Lazy Day & Posting Articles

It has been such a lazy day. All our body clocks are com­plete­ly con­fused. It’s going to be so hard on Sam to get up Mon­day morn­ing!

These days have been sweet and uncom­pli­cat­ed. I just had a delight­ful can­dlelit bath, with my sto­ry­teller stay­ing with me the whole time. I am very, very sleepy now.

I’ve put this off for a time out of sheer lazi­ness, I sup­pose, but it’s past time to move the rest of the arti­cles on this site into Word­Press. I don’t know how long it’ll take me to work through them, but I’ll try to space them out a bit so as not to flood the feed. I’ll try to remem­ber to use the “more” tag, too.

I can’t just dump the HTML into posts or pages, because there’s always some­thing that’s out­dat­ed, or that I would put dif­fer­ent­ly now. And, of course, I’m try­ing to do this migra­tion with­out leav­ing a bunch of bro­ken links, which means set­ting up redi­rects as I go.

Yes, I know that I have obses­sive-com­pul­sive dis­or­der. It’s offi­cious­ly diag­nosed and every­thing. No, there’s noth­ing you can do or say that will relieve me of feel­ing that I had to go through every sin­gle arti­cle.

Oh. To be more accu­rate than above, I’ve put this off due to sheer per­fec­tion­ism, which is high­ly sus­cep­ti­ble to pro­cras­ti­na­tion for exact­ly these kinds of rea­sons.

Tweets for 11-24-2007

  • 17:06 @Nuke­Hav­oc @sambearpoet is nap­ping 🙂 I’ll make sure he sees your msg when he wakes #
  • 17:08 Kioshi nap­ping on top of my mon­i­tor. Argu­ment against going LCD–he’s incred­i­bly cute. Where’s my cam­era? #
  • 19:54 @pis­ta­chio If life were fair, “I’m already sick” would work, dar­nit. #

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Not Dead Yet!

I haven’t giv­en up on this blog, either. Or even the long-miss­ing pod­cast! I don’t know why I haven’t post­ed in so long, hon­est­ly. I’ve been in a very qui­et time, but it’s time to leave the shell.

I have had more health prob­lems, and I’m on more med­ica­tions now. I’ve added a wheel­chair to the walk­er and cane, and need an elec­tric chair or scoot­er.

At the same time, I’ve con­stant­ly read things and thought, “I should post that to Fibrant Liv­ing.”

So I am, now. I hope some of you are still read­ing!

Friday Frippery

This post is almost as ran­dom as my read­ing has been today. I’m spar­ing you excerpts from the fic­tion and school read­ing, at least!

The No Asshole Rule
After read­ing this arti­cle, Deal­ing With the Jerk at Work, I find myself want­i­ng to read Robert I. Sut­ton’s book The No Ass­hole Rule: Build­ing a Civ­i­lized Work­place and Sur­viv­ing One That Isn’t. We’ve had a “no ass­hole rule” here at home ever since Sam and I blend­ed our fam­i­lies in 1998, and it makes for a very pleas­ant envi­ron­ment. I’m in total agree­ment with the author that “jerks should be treat­ed as incom­pe­tent employ­ees.” Get­ting along with your cowork­ers is an impor­tant part of every per­son­’s job.

Huh? Chris Bro­gan reports that Face­book showed him boo­bies. I know they’re ad-sup­port­ed, but hel­lo, that’s the clue phone ring­ing! Maybe they did­n’t real­ize that they’re sup­posed to be classier than MySpace? That real­ly did­n’t seem to be a hard thing to accom­plish, con­sid­er­ing the ram­pant trashi­ness on that oth­er site.

A bril­liant school in Penn­syl­va­nia has sus­pend­ed two stu­dents for the hor­rif­ic offense of mak­ing an anti-drug-use pub­lic ser­vice announce­ment. Be care­ful with those dan­ger­ous Smar­ties, guys!

I bet you did­n’t learn this in school, either. Accord­ing to John Stos­sel, the first Thanks­giv­ing would­n’t have occurred at all if the Puri­tans had­n’t giv­en up on their ini­tial Social­ist prac­tices in favor of a plan where­in each fam­i­ly farmed its own plot of corn. I’m not sure that refer­ring to the “tragedy of the com­mons” is apt, but it is an inter­est­ing bit of infor­ma­tion.

Also from ABC comes a sto­ry about the grand­moth­ers who hold the Guin­ness records for the world’s longest nails and the world’s small­est waist. Turn off your images if you’re eas­i­ly squicked before going to the arti­cle, though. That wom­an’s nails are tru­ly dis­gust­ing (and appar­ent­ly, the Guin­ness folks agree with me). The waist thing just looks pho­to­shopped to me, as my brain choos­es not to process it as real­i­ty.

Do blondes make men dumb­er? Accord­ing to sci­en­tists study­ing the “bim­bo delu­sion,” that is the case.

There it is. I take no respon­si­bil­i­ty for what you do with it.

Thanksgiving

Let us give thanks for chaos and logos
and impli­cate order;
for dark mat­ter, bright galax­ies,
and non­lo­cal con­nec­tions; for crys­tals and con­ti­nents;
for Lucy’s skull and Mary Leakey’s
foot­prints in vol­canic ash; for Thales’ water,
Her­a­cli­tus’ fire, and Pythagore­an forms; for the
Indi­an zero, alge­bra, and algo­rithms; for the
oscil­la­tions of the Yin and the Yang; for
acupunc­ture, Su Sung’s astro­nom­i­cal clock, and
Huang Tao P’i’s tex­tile tech­nol­o­gy; for Ara­bic
alchemists on the Old Silk Road and Ibn Sina’s
Canon of Med­i­cine; for Euclid and New­ton and “God
play­ing dice”; for Kepler’s snowflake and Kekule’s
dream; for Mendel’s monastery peas and the genet­ic
Tetra­gram­ma­ton on the spi­ral stair­case of life;
for frac­tals, ferns and fall foliage; for
cater­pil­lars and cocoons; for the infan­t’s first cry;
for Pachebel’s canon; for stained glass win­dows,
Leeuwen­hoek’s micro­scope, and the Galileo
probe; for the World Wide Web to help us become
con­scious of cos­mic inter­con­nect­ed­ness; but most
of all, let us give thanks for the twin pas­sions
which make us ful­ly human–the yearn­ing to
tran­scend the bound­aries of time and space by
learn­ing and by lov­ing.

Invo­ca­tion, by Ingrid Shafer
For the open­ing of the Okla­homa Acad­e­my of Sci­ence on 7 Novem­ber 1997

A friend emailed the piece to me sev­er­al years ago. I want­ed to link to it, but could­n’t find a copy of it on the web, so I made one (with Dr. Shafer­’s per­mis­sion, of course). Today seems a good time to move it from the old ver­sion of my site into Word­Press.

Reading

So, the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas want me to talk about what read­ing means to me or my child. How about both?
Katie reading
You might have noticed that I talk, a lot, about read­ing. I think Now Read­ing shows at least four five of the books that I’m read­ing right now, and that’s a fair­ly nor­mal num­ber. I don’t include my text­books, because they’d be there too long!

Read­ing is one of the things that I can still do, most of the time, despite the fibro and oth­er crap. I can’t always man­age to read on a screen, or fol­low some­thing like a text­book. For­tu­nate­ly, though, fic­tion by some of my favorite authors—especially an old favorite nov­el, like Part­ners in Necessity—is eas­i­er, and is a very good way to dis­tract myself from the pain for a while.

I haven’t talked about it much, but Katie has had increas­ing health prob­lems over the last year. Her migraines are no longer man­aged, despite tak­ing high lev­els of pre­ven­tive med­ica­tions. The res­cue med­ica­tions aren’t work­ing well because she has to take them too often. She had anoth­er round of sleep stud­ies, too, and a new neu­rol­o­gist has been try­ing dif­fer­ent med­ica­tions to help her get a decent night’s sleep (which should help the migraines and oth­er prob­lems). So far, any­thing that helps her sleep despite severe rest­less leg syn­drome leaves her zomb­i­fied the rest of the time. Provig­il, even tak­en twice a day, can’t keep her awake and aware enough to func­tion in school. She’s lit­er­al­ly sleep­ing like a cat, 14–18 or hours a day, just nev­er deeply. Her dark cir­cles have cir­cles, now.

But she can still read, too. Slow­ly, some days, and going back to re-read some pages, but she gets the same com­fort from it as I do. You know she’s mine when you real­ize that she’s nev­er with­out at least one, and often two, books in her purse.

I start­ed read­ing to her dur­ing my preg­nan­cy, along with talk­ing and singing and play­ing music for her. I read out loud to her from her first week out of the womb, too, some­times while breast­feed­ing, oth­er times while just being with her. She talked at an ear­ly age, and was very clear. She learned to read quick­ly, too, and has always been very opin­ion­at­ed (where did she get that?) about her choice of read­ing mat­ter. One of her favorite things about leav­ing the pub­lic school sys­tem was being free of that damned Accel­er­at­ed Read­er pro­gram and its ridicu­lous restric­tions!

It’s no sur­prise that I hope my nephews and niece are read­ers, too—although that’s far less like­ly, since their par­ents aren’t, real­ly. My broth­er used to brag that he’d nev­er read any whole book, even those assigned for class­es. (I nev­er under­stood that being a point of pride, even if he did get good grades.) My sis­ter has nev­er read any­thing that was­n’t required. I don’t know their spous­es very well, but I’m fair­ly sure they aren’t recre­ation­al read­ers, either. At least the grand­ba­bies have our moth­er (their Nana), who got me start­ed read­ing, and will sit for hours with any child, read­ing book after book (or the same book, over and over) patient­ly.1 I’m not close to my sib­lings, geo­graph­i­cal­ly or oth­er­wise, so I don’t have many chances to influ­ence the babies. I can give them books, though, and hope to catch their fan­cy so they ask to have them read!

Being a flu­ent read­er gives one more of an advan­tage that any oth­er skill you can give your child. Read­ers can use that skill to learn absolute­ly any­thing else. They can explore math, sci­ence, crit­i­cal think­ing, his­to­ry, cur­rent events, art—you name it. If you teach them to read, get them in the habit of doing so, and teach them to judge their sources well, you’ve giv­en them an incred­i­ble start on life.


1 Mom (and I!) did read to my sib­lings, but nei­ther of them ever want­ed to sit still long.

Ooo, I Want! New Putumayo CD

I love Putu­may­o’s CDs, and we have at least ten or so. I’ve yet to hear one of their com­pi­la­tions that I did­n’t enjoy.

Celtic Dreamland CDBut I real­ly, real­ly adore their Celtic col­lec­tions, and I’m a big goofy nut about lul­la­bies. I don’t know why—maybe it’s because nobody sang them to me—but I can’t get enough of them as an adult.1

With that in mind, you can bet­ter under­stand why I just went nuts over the ecard with snip­pets of three songs from Celtic Dream­land that just arrived in my email. And ooo! There are more sam­ples over here!

And hey, I like you peo­ple, so I’m shar­ing the joy with you.


1 Be warned: I do sing to babies. Any­body’s babies. I can’t resist snug­gling a sleepy baby and lul­laby­ing away.