Last Day of Summer

For me, school starts tomorrow. In a last minute waffling, I’m now signed up for 4 classes, with the intention of dropping one once I figure out which one to drop. At the last minute I added instructional design, thinking that it’s a pretty  practical choice as an elective. I’m sure I’ll go back, though, to my original schedule, after viewing the monster syllabus for the instruction design class. Not only are there many, many assignments (which is a different thing than a lot of work; I don’t mind the work, but having something due every 3 days is a little much), but the word “deliverable” popped up a little too often for my sanity. It sounds like the class is going to be more about the project management side–and the teamwork side,which, UGH, I do not like teams–than the theory side. Perhaps that only makes sense in instructional design, that it be more about the doing of it. I just can’t shake the heebie-jeebies that the word “deliverable” gives me. Scars of former employment under a wannabe fed to whom every activity was a deliverable. Personally, I don’t care for the noun-isation of verbs (haha, at least not institutionally, since I obviously have no compunction about making up my own words), but even more I don’t care for the “run everything as a business” mentality that this particular individual embraced. So, to me, the contant use of the D-word is a little warning bell that my philosophy of education and the philosophy of this particular instructor might not match very well. That’s not to say that you can’t learn from people you disagree with, but if their philosophy dictates the work (the “learning experiences”) you undertake, and you are at odds with that underlying philosophy, well, that seems to be a recipe for being annoyed and frustrated all semester.

Plus, I’ve already bought the books for the other class–the one I would keep if I dropped the instruction design class. But, we’ll see ow the first week goes!

 

August, die she must

From April, Come She Will.

I’m a little bummed today. Although I still have a week before classes start, and two weeks before Turtle and Bug head off to school, summer feels well and truly over.

[Yes! Bug is going to school! I can't believe it either. Only 2 days a week, mornings, and it's a co-op. But, school! She's excited, but I'm worried she thinks that she gets to go to school with Turtle...she will not be pleased when she realizes that isn't the case.]

I am self-medicating with a big ol’ piece of chocolate cake. Not surprising, it’s not really making me feel better.

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On the way to work this morning, I heard the “Toes in the Water” song by the Zac Brown Band on the radio. It has quite a catchy tune, but when I started listening to the lyrics, I was more than a little disappointed:

Adios and vaya con dios/ A long way from GA
Yeah, and all the muchachas they call me “big poppa” when I throw / Pesos their way
Adios and vaya con dios / A long way from GA
Hey boss do me a favor and pass me the Jaeger / I’ll grab my guitar and play

Adios and vaya con dios / Going home now to stay
The senoritas don’t care-o when there’s no dinero / I got no money to stay
Adios and vaya con dios / Going home now to stay

Why is it entertainment to throw a little zenophobia and misogynism into a song? Why didn’t anyone involved with the production of the song–from the writers all the way to the record executives who approved it to the radio DJs playing it–stop for a moment and think, “Gee, this is really reinforcing some pretty negative stereotypes right here. Maybe we shouldn’t be involved in it or play it on our station.”

Granted, there are doubtless many, many worse songs out there in terms of pandering to really hateful stereotypes. My guess is that the majority just happen to be on stations I don’t much listen to, so they haven’t come to my attention lately. It’s just getting a little frustrating to have all the radio stations I do like to listen to playing music that I wouldn’t want to have to explain to my kids. Much less have to worry about the thousands of subtle ways that stereotypes about different groups of people are inculcated in their minds.

I *really* don’t want the only station I can safely have on be the Christian station.

 

Minimum Wage

If an adult making minimum wage and working 40 hours per week can’t earn enough money to keep her family out of poverty, what does “minimum wage” even mean?

 

Streets REALLY Made For Walking!

The streets of NYC, of course! I <heart> New York in a major way. Maybe it would be different if we lived there full-time–surely it would be, if only because we probably couldn’t afford to live in an apartment large enough for all of us to not be on top of each other all the time! But, assuming that we could somehow magically afford a 3 (preferably 4) bedroom apartment in a building with an elevator (because climbing stairs carrying kids and groceries has got to be a circle in mommy-hell) in a location with a good public school and near a park (the last part actually seems pretty doable, just judging from our jaunts this weekend)…well, I think that it would be great fun. NYC reminds me a lot of two of my favorite places–Paris and Istanbul. Having a bakery around the corner. Access to fresh fruits and vegetables without having to trek to a supermarket. Many independent shops and restaurants providing variety and quality. Ample people-watching opportunities. CUPCAKE SHOPS. Whole shops devoted to cupcakes. And buttercream frosting. Need I say more??

Enjoying our delicious desserts!

*I say quality because I believe that having a variety of small, independent shops and restaurants provides the consumer with higher quality and better value. This is how: a small restaurant in a city like the ones mentioned above has to provide quality and value; if it doesn’t, patrons have a multitude of other places to patronize, and there are many other restaurateurs waiting to take over the location if you fail. With lower population density in the suburbs, there are fewer owners–or landlords–wanting to take a chance on small businesses. Thus, chains–restaurants, stores, supermarkets–abound.

 

Path, Diverged

This one time is time enough only to stay planted for a life time OR to wander around and end up in paradise.

Although I might disagree with “this one time” being truly our only one chance at life on earth, I was really stuck by this line, written by an old acquaintance, comparing her life living abroad to her father’s living in one town for much of his life. I grew up somewhat wander-y, and am surprised to realize that I’ve been living in the same place–not house, but general location–for seven years now. Very surprised. Of course a lot of stability-engendering things (grad school, kids, home-buying) have happened in those seven years. With having kids, I have thought a lot about how I wanted ours to grow up. I’ve always had a this romantic notion that I wanted my kids to grow up in one house, that we’d chart their growth with pencil marks on a door jamb, that summers would be full of cookouts with the neighbors, and that the kids would have wonderful, lifelong friends living only blocks away. A few weeks ago, our neighbors across the street moved away. It made me realize that they were the only family in the neighborhood that we ever spoke to, and that it had been nearly a year since we had them over. I’ve not once marked up a door jamb with a height line. And in our neighborhood, even if we were to stay here, enough people will be moving in and out that it’s pretty unlikely that our kids will have “lifelong friends” from the area.

The other event that has had me questioning my romantic notions of home and roots is our trip to Turkey. My husband’s family has roots, and even more than roots, branches. They are connected and interwoven among the generations and siblings and cousins in a way that I never have been. And while it does require a shift in thinking about how loyalities and alliances and space/time planning should go–it is much simpler to think about these things in relation to a nuclear family of 4 than in relation to a family as large as ours–I wouldn’t trade our large family for anything. They are the ones we will have cookouts with. They are the lifelong friends for my children.

So, this summer I have really been questioning the whys of living where we are. Although I love our house, love that we (in large part) built it with our own hands, that we picked the bathroom tile, designed the floor plan, painted, put up curtains, and (now!) have planted a garden–and in many ways it would break my heart to leave this house we have worked so hard to make a home, in the end “home” will come with us wherever we go. And I can always pick out new tile, and see it as a good thing, to be able to reinvent our conception of home and how we breathe life into that idea and flesh it out into walls and floors and paint colors.

 

These streets were made for walking

A friend over at The Nuthouse shared a link to www.walkscore.com, which purports to show how walking-friendly your neighborhood is by charting the distance (as the crow flies, btw, which is not equal to walking distance) to various amenities. My neighborhood received a very respectable 77 out of 100, rating it as “Very Walkable.” I was, frankly, shocked. Looking at the list of “amenities” they cite within 1 mile, however, shows where the disconnect exists. For “grocery stores,” 3 separate 7-11 stores make up 3 of the 8 they list. The others consisted of several small ethnic markets and a now-closed supermarket 0.7 miles away. While I love–and shop at–at least one of the small markets, they don’t offer any fresh foods or staples like milk. For milk I’d have to go to one of the 7-11s, and pay at least $1 more gallon.

To me, this does not make our neighborhood such a great walkable place when doing errands.

Grocery Stores

0.32 Mi

7-Eleven Food Store

0.46 Mi

7-Eleven

0.48 Mi

Food Star Supermark

0.52 Mi

7-Eleven

0.54 Mi

Grocery Store of Ba

0.59 Mi

El Encanto Grocery

0.7 Mi

Giant Food and Drug

0.71 Mi

Aladdin Halal Marke

Restaurants

0.29 Mi

Burger King

0.33 Mi

Wendy’s

0.36 Mi

Mom’s Pizza Restaur

0.38 Mi

Boston Market

0.38 Mi

Papa John’s Pizza

0.41 Mi

Thai Square

0.55 Mi

Bangkok 54 Restaura

0.55 Mi

Matuba Japanese Res

Coffee Shops

0.5 Mi

Dunkin’ Donuts

0.75 Mi

Rappahannock Coffee

1.31 Mi

Starbucks Coffee

1.32 Mi

Starbucks Coffee Co

1.34 Mi

Daily Grind

1.4 Mi

Star Buck Coffee

1.4 Mi

Starbucks

1.46 Mi

Murky Coffee

Bars

0.72 Mi

L a Bar & Grill

1.27 Mi

Bailey’s Smokehouse

1.35 Mi

Sheraton National H

1.37 Mi

Jay’s Saloon and Gr

1.44 Mi

Buffalo D’s Sports

1.46 Mi

The Westin Arlingto

1.49 Mi

O’Sullivans Irish P

1.51 Mi

The Liberty Tavern

Movie Theaters

0.56 Mi

Arlington Drafthous

1.23 Mi

Regal Entertainment

1.23 Mi

Regal Ballston Comm

1.23 Mi

Regal Cinema

1.67 Mi

AMC Loews Shirlingt

1.97 Mi

AMC Theatres – Cour

Schools

0.34 Mi

L-3 D P Associates

0.45 Mi

Our Savior Lutheran

0.48 Mi

Henry Elementary Sc

0.48 Mi

Strayer College

0.49 Mi

Tech. Ed. & Career

0.59 Mi

Barcroft Elementary

0.59 Mi

St. Thomas More Cat

0.62 Mi

Arlington Unitarian

Parks

0.35 Mi

Alcova Heights Park

0.59 Mi

Arlington County Go

0.6 Mi

Doctors Branch Park

0.76 Mi

Walter Reed Communi

1.06 Mi

Glencarlyn Park

1.08 Mi

Arlington County Go

1.22 Mi

Maury Park

Libraries

0.49 Mi

Arlington County Li

1.41 Mi

George Mason Univer

1.41 Mi

Law Library

1.42 Mi

Arlington Central L

1.43 Mi

Law Library

Bookstores

0.63 Mi

BC Comics

1.15 Mi

Book Ends

1.17 Mi

Carlin

1.27 Mi

Harvest Christian B

1.32 Mi

B. Dalton Bookselle

1.6 Mi

Kinder Haus Toys

1.64 Mi

Al-Hikma Book Store

1.69 Mi

Barnes & Noble Book

Fitness

0.42 Mi

Gym Technologies

0.65 Mi

Journeyoga

1 Mi

Tranquil Space Arli

1.16 Mi

Golds Gym & Fitness

1.26 Mi

Curves

1.27 Mi

Sport & Health Club

1.27 Mi

Sport and Health Cl

1.32 Mi

Iyengar Yoga Center

Drug Stores

0.61 Mi

Rite Aid

0.66 Mi

CVS/pharmacy

0.7 Mi

Giant Food and Drug

0.73 Mi

Giant Food Inc and

0.75 Mi

CVS/pharmacy

1.07 Mi

Harris Teeter

Hardware Stores

0.55 Mi

Allwine Associates

0.69 Mi

Concord Express Inc

1.3 Mi

Lee Hardware

1.38 Mi

Ibelong Networks

1.42 Mi

Duron Paints & Wall

1.55 Mi

ABC Distributors In

1.58 Mi

Marine Corps Exchan

1.78 Mi

Blinds To Go

Clothing & Music

0.3 Mi

Euro Lantino

 

Chaaaaanging…

Settled in the new office space now. Not entirely a fan. I’d evidently gotten used to working alone, because suddenly having all these people around, asking questions, wanting to chat, YELLING THINGS AT EACH OTHER DOWN THE HALLWAY, well…let’s just say that it’s a little freakin’ annoying disconcerting.

Goals for August:

• Finalize program plan.
• Select program committee.
• Prepare for first portfolio review.
• Submit Hugely revise and then submit paper on borderlands to a journal.
• Hugely pare down massive amounts of stuff in the house. Yard sale? Probably will just end up at Goodwill. It’s just not worth the little money we could get selling stuff; hopefully we will get some good karma from donating anyway.

 

1 down, 12 to go…

Classes, that is. And then there’s the dissertation, which I’m trying not to think about–an impossible task, given that the one piece of advice that everyone in my program has given me is “Have every course and every class assignment be leading towards your dissertation.” I hear from people who had their lit reviews practically written before they even got to proposal stage and think, is *that* what I should be doing? It’s more than a little intimidating, let me tell you.

But right now I have six weeks free from classes, six weeks to enjoy the end of summer, watch our (teeny) garden grow, try to save the tomatoes from the maurading squirrels, play in finally hook up and THEN play in the old-school sprinkler, and hang out with the kiddos. Even though practically every weekend between now and school starting has some sort of major activity going on. And with Ramazan begining on (or about) August 22nd this year, coinciding with my going back to school…well, I think we had better enjoy the time off to relax while the getting’s good!

 

Tuesday Thoughts…

In, When it comes to kids, embrace the average, the author (a doctor) argues for allowing to kids to be normal. Not “normal” like, the opposite of “serial killer,” but as in “in the middle 50% of the population. Right along the curve of the growth chart.

I have fallen into the trap of celebrating my own kids’ early achievements. I’m, absurdly, slightly proud that both topped 8 lbs at birth. Why? I have no idea. Overall, though, I like to think that I’m a pretty relaxed parent. Probably because I also think that both my kids are GENIUSES who will no doubt excel in everything they do. And bring about world peace while they’re at it. Doesn’t every parent feel that way? (Sadly, I know that NOT every parent feels that way about their kids…)

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As the kids get older, they are funnier and funnier, and daily I hear them say things that I think, “gosh, I need to write that down!” Naturally, as they get older I am getting older as well, and more prone to forgetting their gems before getting to a computer. What is up with THAT?! Sigh. Must try harder. Perhaps should send myself text messages when they say something particularly cute?

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A new site I’m really liking: http://www.hungry-girl.com/. I like that she takes a popular, full-fat, high-calorie dish and does a lower-cal version. It’s nice to have a not-so-guilty guilty pleasure mixed in with the “eat food. not too much. mostly plants.” mindset.

 

Where are you, Summer?

It’s only July 2nd, and yet I already feel the summer slipping away. Perhaps that’s too melodramatic; what I really feel is the summer weekends filling up with activities. All fun activities, all things I’d like to do, but still. When you’re working and in school, weekends are about the only time you have to do all those fun chores like cleaning the bathroom. Attempting to make food for the week. Or, much more likely in my case, playing with the kids. I have pretty much given up on cleaning the bathrooms in any way which cannot be satisfied with one of those clorox wipes (in my defense, I do try to at least wipe-down the bathroom regularly) in favor of rolling around on the floor with the babies. I also have discovered a new solution to clutter: don’t put it away. Give it away! In fact, we have gotten so good at this that Fast Turtle regularly finds a too-small teeshirt or a baby toy and brings it to me, saying, “Mama, this is for a baby. Let’s sell it!” or “Let’s give it to Baby Cousin!” And we do.