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Scratchings and Jotlings on Books, Houses, Pets, Art, the Exigencies of Daily Existence, and Other Ephemera

Month: June, 2006

On Snotty E-mails

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And here’s my “office”:

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Wired

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

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

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