Archive for 2010

In memory of my dad

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

Today is the 15th anniversary of my dad’s death. One of the first things that comes up when I talk about him is the addiction that killed him, but I try to remember him as a whole person, not just an alcoholic.

I only remember him ever giving me two pieces of advice:

  1. Always have a firm handshake
  2. Always keep a good sense of humor

They’re both good pieces of advice, but the second one is something I really try to live by. I aspire to never take myself so seriously that I can’t laugh about something juvenile. I remember him as having a consummate love for fart jokes. In kindergarten I got both of us in trouble when I re-told one to my teacher.

Another time we got in trouble with my mom for jumping in my crib. We thought it was hilarious even after it broke. My mom was understandably less amused. The part that really stayed with me is laughing riotously with my dad even after we got in trouble. It’s that sense of mischief and joy that I really want to remember about him.

When I was your age, we wrote everything longhand

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

I recently went to a classroom to watch a bunch of first and second graders interact with the software I work on. I’d only been working there a couple weeks, so my contributions were really very minimal, but that’s beside the point.

I hadn’t been in a second grade school since was about that age some two decades ago. In those days, most of the class artwork on the walls consisted of handmade crafts and stories demonstrating our best handwriting. While this classroom featured the requisite construction paper crafts, all the students’ writing was typed.

The kids had handwritten sentences the day before, and their assignment was to type it out and illustrate it on the software we’d built. Our job was to take note of anything that really seemed to work or not work. I had my spiral-bound notebook folded over so that the page full of hand-written notes were visible to anyone who might be looking up from the floor. Since I was in a room full of short people, I suppose it was inevitable that someone would take notice.

“I don’t see many people write like that,” the observant party announced.
“Wow! That’s a lot of writing! Did you write all that?” his friend inquired.
“I did. When I was your age,” I was pretty tickled to be able to say that to someone in a non-facetious manner, “we didn’t have computers, and everybody wrote like this.”
The friend’s jaw hit the floor. The observant party was nonplussed. “My mom already told me that.”

Hopefully that kid never hears about typewriters or it’ll take some of the shine off that story.

Touched with Fire by Kay Redfield Jamison

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I recently finished reading Touched with Fire by Kay Redfield Jamison whose subtitle, “Manic-Depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament” is an apt description.

She devotes nearly a hundred pages to genealogies and histories of famous artists she believes were manic depressive. Although some of them were interesting, the general concept didn’t interest me as much as it apparently interested her. The highlight of the book is a story from the life of Lord Byron (page 168-169):

In fall 1807, having been told that regulations would not allow him to keep his dog at Cambridge, he acquired a tame bear – there being no rule forbidding bears – and housed it in the turret of his college rooms. His pleasure in the bear, which he walked through the streets of Cambridge, was obvious: “I have got a new friend, the finest in the world, a tame bear, when I brought him here, they asked me what I meant to do with him, and my reply was ‘he should sit in for a fellowship….’ This answer delighted them not.”

What I really wished, was that before either book was written, the authors of this book and Seized (Eve LaPlante) had sat down together and had a long chat. Seized describes Gershwind Syndrome and a potential relationship between Temporal Lobe Epilepsy and manic depression. Each author diagnoses Vincent Van Gogh with the disease they write about. Both books were released in 1993, so neither was available for the other to consult, but as a person who had read both, I would have loved to hear the authors discuss how Manic Depression, Epilepsy and creativity might be related.

California missions

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

I think there’s some kind of state requirement that all California 4th graders must study the California Missions by building a model of one mission.

A grade-school friend and I recently reminisced about the project. She apparently picked the most obscure mission in California, and her parents spent hours chauffeuring her to libraries all over town. She eventually wound up in the basement of the central library downtown looking at dusty blue prints trying to find the floor plan of her mission.

I laughed because I researched my mission (this one?) for the written report, but made no attempt to find out what it actually looked like, I just kind of threw together what I thought would make for the most awesome mission.

We decided that these stories are very representative of both of us.

I hope, before I die, somebody says something as flattering about me

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

A blog I read for lulz has not disappointed with its recent description of Planned Parenthood as

“…that bastion of abortion, libertine sex (for the young and old) and the undermining of parents and purity.”

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HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT MY WINDOW????

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

I’ve been at my job for about a month. I enjoy my job and my co-workers, but I really love that my desk is right in front of a window. I think everyone in my life is sick to death of hearing about it. I know the stories involving it are completely inane (“Today out my window there was a dude on the phone gesticulating wildly. Doesn’t he know the other party can’t see him? Isn’t he concerned about flinging his phone from his flailing?”), but I tell them anyway.

I forget it’s a two-way window. Some day that’s going to get me in trouble. Somehow I don’t think, “I’m sorry, I forgot you could see me.” will get me out of whatever it is. But until then, I am enjoying it immensely.

Headaches in the morning

Monday, February 8th, 2010

When I was maybe 3 or 4, I saw a news story about a guy who woke up with a headache, so he took an asprin and went back to bed. He woke up several hours later, still suffering from a headache. When he looked in the mirror he found an arrow through his head. Apparently, as he slept, someone broke into his house and shot him in the head with a bow and arrow.

To this day, every time I wake up with a headache, the first thing I do is check my head for arrows.

Winning the genetic lottery or calorically inefficient?

Monday, February 1st, 2010

Every once in a while, somebody comments that I seem to be one of those few people who can eat whatever they merrily please and not gain weight. Although the speaker intends it as a compliment, it makes me uncomfortable to say, “Thank you” because I to me it sounds like I’m agreeing that I am superior to them in some way. My weight isn’t the result of skill or virtue, it’s just dumb luck. I usually shrug and say something about having won the genetic lottery.

I like to think that if I were heavier, I would still be comfortable with myself, but I suspect that’s a delusion caused by privilege. Intellectually, I understand that the American idea of beauty exerts huge pressure on people to be slender, and I know that selling people – mostly women – products that will help them accomplish that is a cornerstone of our national economy. I have no reason to believe that, had I not inherited a wacky metabolism, I would be immune from that pressure. I’m grateful to have been spared that experience.

A friend and I were talking recently about how difficult it can be for some people to lose weight. As she put it, “Some people are just very calorically efficient.” The phrase interested me because I normally see efficiency as a desirable thing, whereas, under this phrasing, I am very inefficient, which is normally undesirable. I looked at it next to my usual phrase and realized that even though my intention is to downplay the other party’s assertion that thinness is desirable, I’m still calling myself a winner for attaining it with ease. Also, if I’m a winner for having a specific trait, aren’t I by implication calling those who don’t have it losers?

Momentarily disregarding the value implication, the analogy doesn’t even make sense as an analogy because we don’t all have tickets to the same lottery. I had an approximately 50-50 chance of being skinny, way better odds than any lottery I’ve ever heard of. People who come from couplings where all the dominant genes in the mix were calorically efficient have no calorically inefficient genes to possibly to “win”. We played vastly different lotteries.

Visting my high school’s grave

Friday, January 29th, 2010

A few years after I graduated from high school, the school was slated to be moved and renamed, with the campus I had attended to be torn down. I was still in high school when the proclaimation came down. Everyone was all atwitter about it, but I didn’t really care one way or the other.

The year it was supposed to close came and went. For a while it was rented out to a grade school, then I think it stood empty for a year or two. Around the time I moved back to San Diego, a fellow alumnus mentioned that it had been torn down. I made a mental note to go enjoy the ruins. I expected to be moderately amused, but I was wholly unprepared by how overwhelmingly giddy I felt witnessing that blight upon the earth obliterated.

A couple days ago, my friend (and fellow alumnus) Who was in town. We happened to be in the neighborhood of our alma mater. Based on the peals of laughter I heard coming from the passenger seat as we drove by, I think it’s safe to say it had the same effect on him.

Tow away sign indicating high school parking only I am a pile of dirt

We used to be a high school. We are much improved as piles of dirt.

Vegan Wiki and Spam

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Much to my chagrin I’ve disabled anonymous editing on VeganWiki because it was getting too much spam. I’m the only non-spammer who has ever edited it, but account creation is easy, in case any of you non-spammers want to give it a try.

Speaking of spam, the latest link spam on this blog made me giggle, “If I were you I would like to share such hot stuff referring to this good post utilizing the article submission service.” Very true, Ruby31yZ, very true.