Archive for June, 2006

On Snotty E-mails

Friday, June 30th, 2006

For the past few months, Steve has been toiling away at an apartment complex on Mercer Island. The job has gone from bad to worse, for many reasons — and apparently, there are lots of tenants who are as impossible as the owners. Case in point: he thrust a piece of paper in my hand when he got home today. “Read this!”

I am not including the guy’s name — but only because Steve won’t let me. Personally, I think it would be great if some chick he asks out on a date or prospective employer googled him and saw this e-mail. Heh. Anyway, here it is, in all its unexpurgated glory:

I just spent 3 and a half hours cleaning my car only to not be able to park in my RESERVED spot. Some ass monkey in a Dodge Neon apparently decided it was a nice spot - the garage wasn’t at all full. So there are really 3 things here I’m pissed off about.

  1. It took me that long to clean my car. Don’t get me started on where all the dirt is coming from.
  2. I pay for a reserved spot, but anyone can park there. Why do I bother?
  3. A fucking Dodge Neon?? Come on!! I crap out things that are better than that.

If this is a matter of [the developer] not providing you with reserved signs, just let me know, and I guarantee you’ll get them very soon. A Dodge Neon?? What is that?? People who drive those shouldn’t even be renting here.

Unequal Childhoods: Class, Race, and Family Life - Annette Lareau

Friday, June 30th, 2006

Unequal Childhoods : Class, Race, and Family LifeI heard Lareau on a podcast, talking about this book, and thought it sounded very interesting. It’s funny, because I have no interest in children — but education (and particularly the U.S. educational system) fascinates me; every time Steve’s mother is around, I pepper her with questions about her experiences as a teacher.

In Unequal Childhoods, Lareau studies the lives of middle class, working class, and poor children–and from this comes to the conclusion “that inequality permeates the fabric of the culture.” Which really comes as no surprise, but it’s fascinating to see how she goes about proving it, and to see the real-life examples of te twelve families she studies in depth.

Middle-class parents tend to adopt a cultural logic of child rearing that stresses the concerted cultivation of children. Working-class and poor parents, by contrast, tend to undertake the accomplishment of natural growth. In the accomplishment of natural growth, children experience long stretches of leisure time, child-initiated play, clear boundaries between adults and children, and daily interactions with kin. Working-class and poor children, despite tremendous economic strain, often have more “childlike” lives … Although middle-class children miss out on kin relationships and leisure time, they appear to … gain important and institutional advantages. From the experience of concerted cultivation, they acquire skills that could be valuable in the future when they enter the world of work.

Interestingly, educational institutions stress concerted cultivation, which means that working class and poor families are increasingly out of sync with conventional educational systems. As one example, middle class parents are usually quite involved in their children’s homework, while working class parents see it as a direct relationship between the child and the school. And as a result, many of these kids seem to fall between the cracks. But there are tradeoffs too: working class and poor children have much more free time to be kids(some of the middle class children have schedules so full, it exhausted me just to read about it); they are more respectful of others; and they are not being molded into walking college applications.

I was talking about the book over dinner with Steve and another couple a few weeks ago. Steve can be described as a reverse snob (in everything), feeling that everyone is responsible for his or her own future. He used himself as an example, having spent his early twenties dirt poor, and then finally deciding to go to college. I pointed out that he grew up with educated parents, a schoolteacher mother, he had books and intellectual stimulation at home, and his parents encouraged him in his interests. Michael countered that he’s a lawyer now and his parents don’t have a single book in their house. Geoff patted Michael’s knee fondly but said he was an exception that proved the rule.

The hors d’ouvres came and our conversation meandered over to nature vs. nurture.

But you know, this is what is fascinating to me: We, as a country, have this notion of egalitarianism. Anyone can do whatever they want. The sky is the limit. You can achieve whatever you want. Which is all true, assuming that there’s a baseline of intelligence and drive. But ultimately, I think our notion of egalitarianism has become skewed, because while everyone has the same opportunities, not everyone is equally equipped to take advantage of them. Enter Lareau’s argument.

And isn’t it ironic that the notion of egalitarianism ends up perpetuating the differences?

Highly recommend.

The Dairy Queen - Allison Rushby

Friday, June 30th, 2006

Dairy QueenDicey breaks up with her husband because she’s having an affair, loses her very successful pajama business, and is evicted from her house. She, her sister, and a friend head back to their hometown, an unlikely place in the Australian wilderness called Moo and each comes to terms with her past and future. All in all, remarkably uninspired chick lit.

I Have a Small Penis

Wednesday, June 28th, 2006

While in California, I drove a monstrous truck that was lent to me by Jose, a friend of the family. It was so big, I needed the steps on the side to get in and out of it. I was bigger and taller than everyone else, got 2 miles to the gallon, and contributed significantly to global warming

And you know what? I loved it.

The Willie Mammoth Leads Us On a Willie Goose Chase

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006

We are dogsitting for our neighbor Nicki. (You may have guessed his name is Willie.) He’s a love, but is also an accomplished escape artist. He disappeared twice yesterday. The first time, I think he pushed his way through the screen door. This is based on the fact that Harry kept on trying to push it open for about three hours–something he’s never done before. Alas, he he lacks the strength and it kept on slamming back on his nose. Willie is quite a bit larger.

The second time had us in a tizzy, especially after driving around for 20 minutes. Finally, I trompled over to Nicki’s(Steve removed a section of the fence while she’s gone so our yards are connected, needs to be rebuilt anyway), and called the last number on her caller ID. Sure enough. He was one street over. Turns out the Jehovah’s Witnesses ran screaming out of her yard when they saw him lumbering towards them — and then they didn’t latch the gate.

Still, all’s Willie that ends Willie.

I Am Home

Monday, June 26th, 2006

That week in California was THE longest week in my life.

But now I’m home again. Steve picked me up from the airport last night, and I was so happy to see him. It reminded me of when we were doing the long-distance thing. Being apart, every now and then, does wonders for a relationship.

A Busy Day in Downtown Julian, CA

Thursday, June 22nd, 2006

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And here’s my “office”:

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Wired

Monday, June 19th, 2006

Ah, the things we do for Internet access. I am currently sprawled in the truck Jose loaned me, laptop on middle console, surreptitiously stealing wireless from the doctor’s office in Julian.

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Coming Home to Eat - Gary Paul Nabhan

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

Coming Home to Eat: The Pleasures and Politics of Local FoodsOne of the things that drives me crazy about PCC, which is a natural health food chain in Seattle, is that they promote organic eating and sustainability–yet have no problem shipping in fresh tomatoes from Ecuador in the middle of winter. And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that transporting food over such long distances hardly qualifies as sustainable. In Coming Home to Eat, Nabhan decides that he will try to eat food that comes from within 50 or so miles of his house — for an entire year. And this book is the result. Recommend.

Maileron the Magician - Patricia Wrede

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

Mairelon the MagicianThis was so long ago that I barely remember what it was about, but I do remember that I liked it.

I DID IT!!

Friday, June 16th, 2006

I managed to upgrade myself to the latest version of WordPress. This is probably not that big a deal to many of you, but I personally find it scary to dink around with mySQL databases and lots of random files that need to be overwritten.

Tuesday Evening Conversation Snippet

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006

“Talk to me,” I said, flinging myself onto the bed where Steve was reading. I was amped from swimming a mile and a half.

“Do I have to?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He sighed. “Well,” he said. “Today, I had a plumber look me straight in the eye and say, ‘I’ve been working on this pipe for months, and I can’t give you another inch.’”

And on to Julian

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006

As my mother is in Iraq (though currently “vacationing” in Romania), she can’t oversee some of the stuff she needs to do at the ranch. So I’m heading down there on Sunday for a week to have the patio done, get blinds for the windows, and arrange for the new fence. Busy times. The hardest part is going to be driving into town to get online. Oh, the horror! No e-mail at the tips of my fingers …

Sick and Tired, Tired and Sick

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

Steve spent most of last week being sick. And of course, being a sharing sort of person, he passed it on to me. I don’t have the full-on flu that he has, complete with sniffles and congestion–but I’m TIRED. Argh.

Pug Hill - Alison Pace

Monday, June 12th, 2006

Pug HillA little while ago, I got an e-mail from Alison Pace announcing the publication of her new book. As she was very nice about removing me from her mailing list and because I thoroughly enjoyed her chicklit novel If Andy Warhol Had a Girlfriend, I went out and got a copy. Oh yeah, and the title, Pug Hill, may have had something to do with it too.

Hope has lots of hang-ups, a secret crush, and a deadly fear of speaking in public. When her parents ask her to speak at their 40th wedding anniversary, she runs out to enroll herself in a public speaking course. Luckily, there’s the one thing that always calms her down: watching all the pugs cavort at, you guessed it, Pug Hill, a little corner of Central Park.

So Hope goes through the public speaking course, watches pugs, makes a whole bunch of self-discoveries, including that she doesn’t really have any romantic interest in the object of her crush, rediscovers that her first real love (first mentioned about three-quarters of the way through the book) is really still her only love, and then meets up with him on the beach at the end. In other words, the plot kind of limps along on a bunch of half-baked premises.

And it’s a shame because Pace really does write well. There is a glimmer of a more serious novel in Pug Hill, but it gets lost in the chick lit formula.

Japanland : A Year in Search of Wa - Karin Muller

Monday, June 12th, 2006

Japanland : A Year in Search of WaKarin Muller spent years searching for the meaning of life. Having studied judo for years, she was impressed by the dedication of many of its Japanese practitioners–something she was told that she would have to become Japanese to fully understand. Wa. The state of harmony. So she decides to spend a year in Japan. One of her instructors finds a Japanese host family for her and off she goes.

But she is quintessentially American, and it is with decided cultural biases that she navigates Japanese life and culture. It seems she can do nothing right for her host mother Yukiko, who considers Muller a barbarian. After several months staying with the family, she strikes out on her own–at which she finally starts to understand her own place in Japanese culture. This was a riveting read, which I enjoyed thoroughly.

The Floating Book : A Novel of Venice - Michelle Lovric

Monday, June 12th, 2006

The Floating Book : A Novel of VeniceAt first, I hated it. Then, I got sucked in. Then I lost interest. And finally, I liked it again. This enormous tome — purported to be like Venice itself — has several intermingled storylines. There are the letters from the Roman poet Catallus with their florid prose and lovelorn laments. There is the narrative of the German printer Wendelin von Speyer who publishes Catallus’ poems against a backdrop of the Inquisitors. There is the singular voice of his Venetian wife, a loving, superstitious woman. And there’s Sosia Simeon, a Serbian woman who transmutes her suffering into a nymphomaniacal fervor and is like a Renaissance reincarnation of Catallus’ Lesbia, littering the canals with the hearts of young men. Vivid and colorful, great summer reading.

A Small Death in Lisbon - Robert Wilson

Monday, June 12th, 2006

A Small Death in LisbonZe, a middle-aged detective, is investigating the death of a socially-prominent young woman in modern day Lisbon. All clues lead to nowhere, and he is left juggling these dead ends along with the recent loss of his wife and the maturing of his teenage daughter. Juxaptosed with the investigation is a recounting of history: Felsen, a likeable businessman who has been coerced into cooperation with the Nazis and who is sent to Portugal to mine tungsten, a mineral essential to the war effort. As the novel progresses, Felsen undergoes dark changes, becoming a ruthless character who gets what he wants. Finally, in an explosive end, the two plots come together and leave us with an unsettling account of how the ghosts of the past are omnipresent, much as we like to think otherwise. This was one of the best, most compelling mysteries I’ve ever read–and incidentally, made me want to go to Portugal this summer. Which may just yet happen if I ever get around to renewing my passport and getting tickets.

Bait and Switch - Barbara Ehrenreich

Monday, June 12th, 2006

Bait and Switch : The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream After her blockbuster Nickel and Dimed: : On (Not) Getting By in America , Ehrenreich turns her lens on the jobs of middle-class Americans. In Bait and Switch : The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream , she uses the same formula: she will go undercover, find a job, and then write about her experiences. So she legally changes her name, crafts a resume highlighting her PR experience, lines up references … and hits the job market.

And she doesn’t find anything. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Unless, of course, one considers the few sales jobs that are offered to her … on commission. What follows is a whole-hearted blasting of the American corporate system that doesn’t value its employees. Don’t get me wrong — I completely agree with a lot of her points — but ultimately, I felt that she remained on the fringes of corporate America rather than in its midst. And as a result, her analysis smacked of sour grapes.

Welcome to Chez Smunshi

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

Smunshi, of course, being the smushed together form of Smith and Munshi.


(This last is Steve’s latest obsession: water gardens.)

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