Sunday, May 25, 2008

photos!

I bought a camera!
So now you can see pictures of Tid, Tad and Todd who are growing by the day.
Here they are in the little fishbowl on top of the porch table that Courtney recently re-decoupaged. You can see two of them, I think.
And here's a closer look at the bottom where you can make out my larvae-friend. He's the color of the sand, but if you look closely you see him just below the center of the photo.
And here's a closer look at Todd, the oldest of the three. He already is growing his legs. I know you can only see one, but he really does have two.


remnants of the weekend...
Courtney sits on the porch swing under the head of the piñata from Kailin's and Joanna's birthday party on Friday.
Our bikes rest in the dining room after Saturday's ride.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

pets

I started to tell you a story --here-- and I will finish it now. Courtney and I carted the water bottle with the teeny tadpoles in it into Maine, back through New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York and to New Jersey.

They didn't grow hardly at all. But they appeared to sprout a head. Not very tadpole like. When we got to New Jersey, I proudly showed my pets to my family. And they acted fascinated, but suggested that they might not be tadpoles. Milan said, "So, this is what school teachers do in the summer." Which put me and Courtney into fits. I forgot them in NJ, so Mother promised to keep them for me and let me know what became of them.

Upon further discussion, and a bit of research, it became evident that I had taken in as a pet, mosquito larvae.


But that is not all, oh no, that is not all.

At Panther Creek we found real tadpoles. Swarms of them. And I couldn't help but take some home with me. We caught three and put them in my emptied water bottle. Of course we stuck in good pond water, and a leaf, and I scooped up a bit of pond dirt to stick in there…to make it just like home.

At school on Monday, I transferred my new pets to the mini fish tank I have. And when the sand settled, I was most alarmed to discover that Tid, Tad and Todd were NOT alone. In fact there was a most disgusting vermin floating around too. It was the same color as the sand, and was particularly vile looking. Of course my exclamations of disgust brought all my students swarming, and one of them knew - beats me how - that it was probably a dragonfly larvae. Or a damselfly. Apparently, he was in the clump of dirt that I picked up.

I found a photo online so I could show you...he doesn't look quite like this. But you get the general idea...

You see, it really is vile, but I have high hopes of it becoming a lovely dragonfly, so I'm going to keep it. It's already growing a bit of a tail that looks more like a bug. Mostly it stays buried in the mud.


That was three or four weeks ago. Today Tid Tad and Todd are growing very nicely. Todd already has little bitty feet. Even Tid, the runt, is starting to put on some weight. They are biting away at the lettuce I feed them. I brought them home from school where I could enjoy them. I trust I will have three frogs soon.

I love frogs.

a waterfall

Two years ago, we went on this hike, to Panther Creek Falls. And I said I wanted to go back. So, a few weeks ago, we did. The water was too cold, and weather too chilly for getting in the water…at least for me.


But when I read this passage by Annie Dillard, I thought about the last time I had gone there, and sat under the waterfall.


"What does it feel like to be alive?


"Living, you stand under a waterfall. You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed your dusty clothes, pick your barefoot way over the high, slippery rocks, hold your breath, choose your footing, and step into the waterfall. The hard water pelts your skull, bands in bits on your shoulders and arms. The strong water dashes down beside you and you feel it along your calves and thighs rising roughly back up, up to the roiling surface, full of bubbles that slide up your skin or break on you at full speed. Can you break there? Here where the force is greatest and only the strength of your neck holds the river out of your face? Yes, you can breathe even here. You could learn to live like this. And you can, if you concentrate, even look out at the peaceful far bank where maples grow straight and their leaves lean down. For a joke you try to raise your arms. What a racket in your ears, what a scattershot pummeling!"


Thursday, May 22, 2008

close to home

brilliant.
this 99th post from stuff white people like is too good.

"If a white person were to catch a mistake in The New Yorker, it would be a sufficient reason for a large party."

read it all.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

more portmanteaux

  • i found an explanation of the word fortnight: it's a portmanteau of fourteen and night.
  • a goon is a cross between a gorilla and a baboon. that is pretty much little bunny foo foo's favorite animal.
    hmmm....wikipedia does not validate this...though there are many other fun definitions of the word goon. i am tempted to add one more.
  • so, I don't believe all of these portmanteaux, but there's lots more fun words on this site

Friday, May 16, 2008

the part where you let go

You can listen to pieces of Hem's new songs here. They are lovely, of course. Just enough to make your mouth water. Must wait till June 4th when Home Again, Home Again will come out.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

because the government is not terribly good at knowing what individual people want

Last year I took a class on 20th Century Euro history, and wrote a paper on East German consumerism. It was so fascinating. I learned a lot, wrote a huge paper and always intended to pare it down to a post to share. Now I'm re-reading my paper to pare it down for a 10 minute history lesson on life behind the iron curtain, so it's probably a good time to do that.

Basically, if you lived in East Germany and wanted to buy things...you were screwed. For the East German, your consumption was restricted by rations, shortages, high prices, poor quality, limited choices, or just plain empty shelves. I think it's rather hard to wrap our minds around this, for those of us who live in America, so here are a few concrete examples:
  • eggs, milk, butter, meat, fruit...basic foods were rationed in East G until 1958! (whereas it ended in West G in 1950)
  • cocoa and coffee were often unavailable
  • the food on the shelves might be ruined; the meat spoiled
  • the packaging was poor
  • If you would like to buy a luxury item (toaster, refrigerator, TV) you faced:
    • limited choices
    • waiting list, years long
    • you might wait on a list for years to get X-brand, and then be told you would have to take Y, which was poorer quality

East Germany = German Democratic Republic = GDR
Ruling Party as of 1949 = Socialist Unity Party = SED


The SED's goal was to reduce excesses of capitalism: capitalism thrives on production and waste. The more you spend, the mo' better our economy does (which, by the way, is why i got a letter in the mail yesterday from my government telling me a $600 check is on its way...i'm glad my government does know a little bit better at what i want, after all). But the socialist wanted none of that. They wanted to level the social classes and see that its citizens equally had just what they needed. So, the SED created a planned economy: they regulated what would be produced, how it would be distributed, and how much it would cost. Prices reflected the cost of production/distribution, rather than demand. Basic goods were subsidized by the gov't. Luxury items were taxed. Basically, the government had to make the decisions about what people would want to buy and how much would be sold. The government is not very good at knowing this sort of thing...

The government's bureaucracy, surprisingly enough, was not efficient at responding to changes in production to reflect need and demand. Trade and industry didn't cooperate. Industry, driven to meet quotas, did not care for style, quality and variety; their goal was to produce as much as possible with minimal work. The result was mass production of poor quality products that consumers did not want. Prices were set by the state, so retail stores could NOT sell the goods. Just to make a silly example, the industry might produce 500 t-shirts with the logo upside down; they didn't care, they just had to meet quotas. Of course the stores couldn't sell them, but they weren't allowed to put it on sale. Hence, the economy could have surpluses when it still was not meeting its citizens' basic needs.

The reality for consumers in East Germany was terrible. Ration cards were left undelivered; rotten meat was delivered to stores; the overall quality of the food was poor. Products available for purchase in the store had little variety. There was no brand-name competition to drive quality or encouragement improvements. Products stayed the same from the 1960s to 1989. Poor craftsmanship, poor appearances, bland packaging and lack of design characterized GDR goods. With subsidized goods and higher wages, scarcity was a serious problem: the result was great frustration which often became ugly in stores. The discrepancy between supply and purchasing power increased as prices fell and wages increased. High taxes were imposed to “soak up as much purchasing power as possible." Consequently, citizens complained that they could not afford goods.

And this was a problem. Because communism wanted to prove to the world that it was better. Since East Germany was in proximity to the west, it was supposed to be the "showcase" of socialism. The world was watching to see who would win. And the SED felt pressure to show that communism was superior through the products of their economy. They promised their citizens that socialism would win. The competition between capitalism and communism was most evident in East and West Germany because divided Berlin was an easy place for those behind the curtain to see the consumer successes of life on the other side - where the Marshall Plan was helping West Germany get back on its feet, where the Soviet Union was not demanding reparations, and where capitalism was working - where citizens could buy quality consumer goods.

The GDR bureaucracy didn't fulfill its promises; it was unable to meet the consumer demands. And so East Germans fled. They fled in such great numbers that the crops didn't get harvested because the farmers left the land...and the food shortage problem was compounded. Of course eventually they built the Berlin Wall to stop the refugees (in 1961). But the wall didn't fix the consumer problems, nor did it stop the consumers from demanding more.

The Berlin Wall fell in 1989, and in 1990, the SED was voted out of office. Socialism was discredited as a viable economy. As long as consumer goods were a measure of GDR success, the SED failed. Consumption had been a problem for the whole life of the GDR. Mass consumption was an important element of the twentieth century, and a “culture of consumption” was created through a rise in fashion and advertising. East Germany, for all its efforts to be different and to shut out the West, was not immune to this. While socialism tried to fight against such bourgeois, capitalist ideas, the ever present example of prosperity in West Germany was too alluring. The GDR promised that it would be a place of social mobility and the end of class, but there was no workable plan for consumption. Instead, its citizens suffered through shortages and deprivation.


  • For further reading: These were a novelty in East Germany in the 1950s: self-service stores. It really is a fascinating concept: read about it.
  • A side note: the SED attempted to match product and demand by working with the fashion industry. It didn't work.
  • I really really wanted to include this quote in my paper. I couldn't squeeze it in.

(please email me for citations. =)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

scents

I think honeysuckle is my favorite smell in the whole world.


What's yours?
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Monday, May 12, 2008

summer is

summer is my jean skirt, which i pulled out today for the first time this season. summer is living in my chacos, which i noticed today are worse for their three years wear. summer is blue skies with puffy clouds overhead as i drive down the highway.

"Summer was on its way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill."

- Scout