This post is dedicated to my daughter, who is named after Ada Lovelace. May she do whatever she chooses with all the power and grace of the many women I know in technology.
Last week I was driving Juliana to the hospital when suddenly I thought to myself, "I miss dancing the mergesort."
Now, this may not make a whole lot of sense to some of you. Merge sort is a computer algorithm that efficiently sorts items. Matt could tell you how efficiently it works, but he's never danced it. I have.
My friend Tanya, as well as having her Ph.D. in CS, is one of the most creative people I know and really devoted to teaching. (It's a good combination for a computer science prof, don't you think?) One day, deciding she could "make algorithms fun" for elementary school students, she choreographed a dance to illustrate how mergesort works. But she didn't stop there (like I would have, if I'd been lucky enough to have such a cool idea myself): her passion was such that she managed to inspire eight normal, introverted, busy grad students to get together once a week to learn and practice this dance and then to perform it!
Occasionally, when I'm struggling to put a class together in a way that doesn't bore even me, I'll think about this experience. So far, I've never had the creativity or the guts to dance my theology course, but it's definitely made me think about how teaching methods are only as limited as my passion and my imagination. So thanks Tanya, and happy Ada Lovelace Day.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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Thursday, February 05, 2009
25 things about me
I've been tagged on facebook twice, and this seems like the kind of post I might actually be able to complete right now.
1. I start things and never finish them. I started with this in the hope that admitting it outright might mean I actually post it even if I can't think of all 25. I am trying to work on this personality ... quirk.
2. I am a "messy house person," and most of my closest friendships have been with other messy house people. I sometimes wonder if this is significant.
3. I got certified to scuba dive when I was 12. The weekend I certified it was in the 40s. Back then, I thought that was cold.
4. At one point in high school I wanted to be a journalist. One of my friends from school newspaper now writes for the Chicago Trib's Red Eye. Later I decided I'd do chemistry instead. One of my friends from that class is now finishing her Ph.D. in chemistry at Northwestern.
5. I didn't decide to go into theology until I was 4 credits short of my chemistry degree. I had no idea what I would do if I didn't get into the ND theology program.
6. I'm lucky enough to live with my two best friends. One of them is about to turn 30, the other's not yet 3, but they're both thoughtful and fantastic companions.
7. My dog's pretty great too. Her full name, according to Dave, is "Nuestra Senora de Paciencia Jose Maria Conception Immaculata." Or something like that. I always forget the details.
8. My son wants to name his sister Paci, after the dog. This too is Dave's fault.
9. My dissertation director knows the day and month I got married (which was before I met him). Once he was introducing me to some well-known theology prof friend of his and he mentioned the day.
10. Contrary to my expectations, having a child with a serious and chronic health condition has made me less, not more, of a worrywart. I don't understand this.
11. When I'm bored, especially when I'm walking somewhere and I wish I was already there, I count. Sometimes I count in eights. Sometimes I just see how high I get. Surprisingly, this has turned out to be a useful parenting technique. Thomas could be mesmerized by my counting to him on the changing table by the time he was eight months old.
12. My mother-in-law taught me a little about decorating cakes when I was engaged. I now know just enough to be dangerous.
13. This is pretty typical of my approach to hobbies.
14. I know almost every line of every Jane Austen book ever published (except Northanger Abbey, which I like least and therefore have never owned).
15. Not only do I read the books, I also read literary criticism about Jane Austen and a few other favorite authors for fun.
16. I dislike most TV and am slightly hostile to movies. I've always been ashamed of this, but have never overcome it.
17. I told one of my dissertation committee members that Julian of Norwich was my favorite theologian. He was a lot less shocked than I expected.
18. I wish I got to make more jokes about theology, but I'm rarely around people who would find them funny.
19. When I got pregnant the first time I was terrified that I would have a girl and very relieved to find out it was a boy. This time I was thrilled to find out the baby was a girl. This shows how much better I've gotten over the past three years.
20. I really admire my dad. He never gives advice, but there are a few observations he's dropped about life (literally only a handful... about 5) that I think about all the time and that have made a huge impact on how I think and make decisions.
21. When I was little I used to look down from the high diving board and tell myself, "It'll be fun when I hit the bottom." I'm surprised how many times since then life has made me think of that.
22. When I was in high school I worked as a telemarketer for eight days. I hated it, wrote an essay about the experience, and won a $500 scholarship. This means that overall I got paid over $20 an hour for that job and developed a lasting phobia about making phone calls to people I don't see often. I'm not sure it was worth it. Matt is tired of ordering the pizza.
23. The one thing I've always dreamed of doing with my life is writing novels -- not just novels that sell (in fact I don't care about that) but ones that change how people think about life. Books have always been shaping how I think about life, and I want to participate in that.
24. This is the one dream I've never tried to convert into a career. I was too afraid to do it -- and now I've found another love.
25. My middle name is Hope.
1. I start things and never finish them. I started with this in the hope that admitting it outright might mean I actually post it even if I can't think of all 25. I am trying to work on this personality ... quirk.
2. I am a "messy house person," and most of my closest friendships have been with other messy house people. I sometimes wonder if this is significant.
3. I got certified to scuba dive when I was 12. The weekend I certified it was in the 40s. Back then, I thought that was cold.
4. At one point in high school I wanted to be a journalist. One of my friends from school newspaper now writes for the Chicago Trib's Red Eye. Later I decided I'd do chemistry instead. One of my friends from that class is now finishing her Ph.D. in chemistry at Northwestern.
5. I didn't decide to go into theology until I was 4 credits short of my chemistry degree. I had no idea what I would do if I didn't get into the ND theology program.
6. I'm lucky enough to live with my two best friends. One of them is about to turn 30, the other's not yet 3, but they're both thoughtful and fantastic companions.
7. My dog's pretty great too. Her full name, according to Dave, is "Nuestra Senora de Paciencia Jose Maria Conception Immaculata." Or something like that. I always forget the details.
8. My son wants to name his sister Paci, after the dog. This too is Dave's fault.
9. My dissertation director knows the day and month I got married (which was before I met him). Once he was introducing me to some well-known theology prof friend of his and he mentioned the day.
10. Contrary to my expectations, having a child with a serious and chronic health condition has made me less, not more, of a worrywart. I don't understand this.
11. When I'm bored, especially when I'm walking somewhere and I wish I was already there, I count. Sometimes I count in eights. Sometimes I just see how high I get. Surprisingly, this has turned out to be a useful parenting technique. Thomas could be mesmerized by my counting to him on the changing table by the time he was eight months old.
12. My mother-in-law taught me a little about decorating cakes when I was engaged. I now know just enough to be dangerous.
13. This is pretty typical of my approach to hobbies.
14. I know almost every line of every Jane Austen book ever published (except Northanger Abbey, which I like least and therefore have never owned).
15. Not only do I read the books, I also read literary criticism about Jane Austen and a few other favorite authors for fun.
16. I dislike most TV and am slightly hostile to movies. I've always been ashamed of this, but have never overcome it.
17. I told one of my dissertation committee members that Julian of Norwich was my favorite theologian. He was a lot less shocked than I expected.
18. I wish I got to make more jokes about theology, but I'm rarely around people who would find them funny.
19. When I got pregnant the first time I was terrified that I would have a girl and very relieved to find out it was a boy. This time I was thrilled to find out the baby was a girl. This shows how much better I've gotten over the past three years.
20. I really admire my dad. He never gives advice, but there are a few observations he's dropped about life (literally only a handful... about 5) that I think about all the time and that have made a huge impact on how I think and make decisions.
21. When I was little I used to look down from the high diving board and tell myself, "It'll be fun when I hit the bottom." I'm surprised how many times since then life has made me think of that.
22. When I was in high school I worked as a telemarketer for eight days. I hated it, wrote an essay about the experience, and won a $500 scholarship. This means that overall I got paid over $20 an hour for that job and developed a lasting phobia about making phone calls to people I don't see often. I'm not sure it was worth it. Matt is tired of ordering the pizza.
23. The one thing I've always dreamed of doing with my life is writing novels -- not just novels that sell (in fact I don't care about that) but ones that change how people think about life. Books have always been shaping how I think about life, and I want to participate in that.
24. This is the one dream I've never tried to convert into a career. I was too afraid to do it -- and now I've found another love.
25. My middle name is Hope.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Note to hiring committees...
..."we do whatever the law requires" is not a selling point.
Due to a shocking combination of grace, coincidence, the good word of my mentors, and hard work (always the most shocking component), I ended the job search season with two offers. I was surprised and (very) pleased and was able to take a job I'm extremely enthusiastic about.
There was one part of the job search process that amused, annoyed, and, eventually, infuriated me, however. That was exploring the maternity, family, and emergency leave policies where I interviewed. This was interesting to me for a lot of reasons. A couple of my friends have done research on family-friendly institutional policies and their effect on women's academic careers. I went to both my on-campus interviews visibly and unmistakeably pregnant, and I was upfront with everyone about having a 2 year old. Most importantly, however, I'm a parent of a kid with a potentially serious chronic health condition, who was hospitalized and endangered as an infant. I know exactly how much a family medical emergency can impede academic work -- I estimate I was set back at least 9 months by mine.
At the first place I interviewed, I explained this experience and asked about their family leave policies. The chair responded, "We do everything the law requires." His tone implied that this was something to be proud of and that I should be fully reassured by his response. Not terribly impressed, I asked about tenure freezes. "That's covered under the law." No, it's not, I said. "Oh, it definitely is." Eventually I was told that the university was "very family-friendly" and then breezily assured, "Anyway, you don't seem like the type that would need to take time off for maternity leave!"
With the implication being, I suppose, that if I did seem like that type they wouldn't be interested? In the context of my having explained taking time off to care for my sick newborn, this hit me with frustration and unease. To make matters worse, the assistant provost didn't know any more than the chair about the university's policies. No one seems to care.
The next institution was very different. One of the people on the hiring committee met me at the airport and visibly noticed my condition. I volunteered my due date, etc. and she cheerfully told me a lot about their policies in the car on the way to the university. The provost and one of the other women in the department repeated and elaborated the next day. There was no feeling of stigma -- in fact their paid leave for maternity is exactly equivalent to the partial research grant they offer periodically, which makes it seem more sanctioned. The policies were adequate (not European but much better than most American jobs), but the sensation was much better.
This didn't make the decision for me -- far from it -- but I have to say, "we fulfill the law" isn't much of a selling point.
Due to a shocking combination of grace, coincidence, the good word of my mentors, and hard work (always the most shocking component), I ended the job search season with two offers. I was surprised and (very) pleased and was able to take a job I'm extremely enthusiastic about.
There was one part of the job search process that amused, annoyed, and, eventually, infuriated me, however. That was exploring the maternity, family, and emergency leave policies where I interviewed. This was interesting to me for a lot of reasons. A couple of my friends have done research on family-friendly institutional policies and their effect on women's academic careers. I went to both my on-campus interviews visibly and unmistakeably pregnant, and I was upfront with everyone about having a 2 year old. Most importantly, however, I'm a parent of a kid with a potentially serious chronic health condition, who was hospitalized and endangered as an infant. I know exactly how much a family medical emergency can impede academic work -- I estimate I was set back at least 9 months by mine.
At the first place I interviewed, I explained this experience and asked about their family leave policies. The chair responded, "We do everything the law requires." His tone implied that this was something to be proud of and that I should be fully reassured by his response. Not terribly impressed, I asked about tenure freezes. "That's covered under the law." No, it's not, I said. "Oh, it definitely is." Eventually I was told that the university was "very family-friendly" and then breezily assured, "Anyway, you don't seem like the type that would need to take time off for maternity leave!"
With the implication being, I suppose, that if I did seem like that type they wouldn't be interested? In the context of my having explained taking time off to care for my sick newborn, this hit me with frustration and unease. To make matters worse, the assistant provost didn't know any more than the chair about the university's policies. No one seems to care.
The next institution was very different. One of the people on the hiring committee met me at the airport and visibly noticed my condition. I volunteered my due date, etc. and she cheerfully told me a lot about their policies in the car on the way to the university. The provost and one of the other women in the department repeated and elaborated the next day. There was no feeling of stigma -- in fact their paid leave for maternity is exactly equivalent to the partial research grant they offer periodically, which makes it seem more sanctioned. The policies were adequate (not European but much better than most American jobs), but the sensation was much better.
This didn't make the decision for me -- far from it -- but I have to say, "we fulfill the law" isn't much of a selling point.
Friday, December 19, 2008
No (new) paper Christmas wrap
Due to a combination of environmentalism, thriftiness, laziness, and creativity, I set myself a challenge this year: no unused wrapping paper for presents of giftees over the age of 10. The one exception is a gift of Matt's I wrapped before I made this resolution. The result of this challenge has been, interestingly enough, not only a lot of unusual Christmas wraps, but also a lot of fun Christmas art project time for Thomas. I did a lot of fairly obvious things (reuse bags and paper, etc), but these are my favorite projects so far:
- I used a glue stick to glue together extra handouts, printouts of talks, and miscellaneous interview material for this year. Then I put the white side up on Thomas art table before we painted the Christmas ornaments we made. The parts that weren't then covered with paint and glitter I drew simple Christmas shapes on, and Thomas scribbled them with marker. He was really excited about making gift wrap, and then wanted to wrap the presents. I think only my dad will be interested in my handouts, but office paper makes surprisingly neat packages.
- Last summer Thomas and I dyed a bunch of silk scarves with food coloring. They came out with an interesting marbled look (probably because I made a mistake: my favorite arts are the ones where mistakes turn out pretty). I tied a green one around my mom's photo book. She's a grandma, so this counts as an extra present (toddler art!). Then I used some leftover undyed ones to wrap my step-brother and step-mom's gifts, and attached a tag with the dyeing instructions. They were so much fun I might intentionally make some extra scarves this summer to use as gift wrap next year.
- An extra tote bag from my Germany conference for the gift purchased in Germany, a Chicago map tote bag for my mom's gift, and some extra stockings.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Save handmade toys from indiscriminate regulation
This year I picked up a few sets of these adorable felt-board-ready story-telling images from crafter DJ, of Nodin's Nest on etsy.com. I'm really looking forward to giving them to Thomas and watching his imagination run wild with them.
These are the Pirate and Food sets; I also have a Tea Party set floating around in the Christmas box somewhere. Besides these, DJ sells Christmas ornaments, soft stuffed toys which are whimsical and delightful (there are stuffed tea sets!), and some other unusual things. Go check them out and buy something, because starting in February, DJ's home-based business may be illegal. That's when a new law goes into effect which requires that all toys be batch-labeled and independently tested:
The United States Congress rightly recognized that the Consumer Products Safety Commission (CPSC) lacked the authority and staffing to prevent dangerous toys from being imported into the US. So, they passed the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act (CPSIA) in August, 2008. Among other things, the CPSIA bans lead and phthalates in toys, mandates third-party testing and certification for all toys and requires toy makers to permanently label each toy with a date and batch number.
All of these changes will be fairly easy for large, multinational toy manufacturers to comply with. Large manufacturers who make thousands of units of each toy have very little incremental cost to pay for testing and update their molds to include batch labels.
For small American, Canadian, and European toymakers, however, the costs of mandatory testing will likely drive them out of business. [From the Handmade Toy Alliance website]
Thinking about this law in the context of DJ's lovely sets reveals how incredibly idiotic it is. These things are paper; what's great about her work is the fun images she's found, the bright colored cardstock they're on, and the fact that they come in collections that have variety and continuity. They can't be batch tested; each piece is unique. So they'll be impossible to sell once the new law goes into effect -- even though they contain no more dangerous chemicals than Thomas's books or Wild Animal Baby magazine.
This blog is entirely devoted to photos of more unique toys that will be unsellable in the US after the new law goes into effect, and this page tells you some things you can do to help make sure the law is revised to exempt small, safe toy manufacturers. So go follow a link or two.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Rosary making
I decided it is time for Thomas to receive his first rosary. He can say (or mumble) most of the Our Father, is interested in the Nicene Creed (he gets the last word of most lines if he hasn't totally lost it by that point of the mass), and has liked hearing me sing the Hail Mary for him at bedtime. He loves beautiful things and is particularly excited about a Thomas Aquinas medal I had put on a beaded chain in honor of his birth (I wore it to the hospital).
When we were in Germany I thought about buying him a rosary, but I never saw one I really liked. I've made rosaries before, but this is my first classic-style, metal-component rosary. You can see I'm almost done with the third decade. You can also see my messy, messy desk. What you can't see is the Christmas music (some 12 days or more of it, on shuffle) that's playing in the background.
Despite my liturgically incorrect love for Christmas music during Advent (hey, O Come O Come Emmanuel is on there somewhere!), I'm finding rosary making to be an exquisitely appropriate task for the season. It might be contemplative action. It's slow, tangible, rhythmic. You have to keep your mind, and your eyes, on what your fingers are doing. It's a delicate task: I get better at closing the rings as I work at it; but close works, and each ring is slightly different. It's a physical manifestation, a realization, of my faith and my desire to share that faith with my son. It's also a sign of my faith in my child: in his ability to make this mystery his own.
Growing up, I believed in Santa Claus, who played a huge role in how Christmas was ritually arranged (how presents were chosen, bought, stored, and given; the plan and timescale of Christmas eve and Christmas day; the music and the stories). I also believed in Jesus Christ, who, in my household, played a lesser role. Despite the gap between these two mythic narratives, I always sensed the superior power of the nativity story. It had a great hold over my imagination, implanted, as far as I can remember, by a little exposure to the Bible and a great love for traditional carols. I really felt, I think, the great glory and beauty of the God of Creation becoming a tiny child because of his love for humanity, all because of those generations of people who, inspired by the story, composed and wrote and played and sang it.
Now, I can contemplate that mystery in a much more well-informed, but probably no more profound way, as I feel and see an artifact, pointing to that mystery, taking shape in my hands. It happens gradually, a few beads at a sitting. I can't yet see the finished piece, but I'm working towards it anyway.
Perhaps Mary felt this way, creeping towards Bethlehem, as she felt the new life stirring in her body and wondered Who He, who Is Who He Is, would be.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Busy
The theme for the week is, minimize, minimize, minimize, and put things off until it's too late to worry about it.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
On teaching
I'm not sure there is anything more humbling than -- while discussing, in a class full of students I love and respect, what the meaning is of individual vocation and how it fits into roles, categories, and changing some of what's wrong with this crazy world -- having one student ask me what my opinion is (I usually try to evade this question) and as I begin to answer, watching a dozen students pick up their pencils to take notes.
I'd better work on living an answer as well as thinking one.
I'd better work on living an answer as well as thinking one.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Spinach dahl
It's been a while since I've had a recipe post on here. Mostly I've been too busy to cook. But tonight we had something worth repeating, and since I never measure while I'm cooking, I'll never remember how to make it again if I don't post it here.
It's adapted (liberally, as usual) from this recipe on allrecipes.com, which I use quite a lot.
1/3 c butter
1 large onion
4 large cloves garlic
1 red pepper
4 cups broth/water (I used 2 cups vegetable broth, 2 cups water)
1 cup lentils (I used 1/4 cup French green lentils, 1/4 cup black lentils, and 1/2 cup brown lentils for variety)
2 Tbsp garam masala
1 Tbsp ground ginger
5 oz (one largish box) fresh organic baby spinach
1 can coconut milk
1. Rinse lentils and soak for 20 minutes or more. Slice onion thinly; mince garlic and chop red pepper. Start basmati rice in rice cooker, if desired.
2. In wok or deep saute pan, melt butter. Saute garlic and onion together over medium head until onions are soft, clear, and just starting to turn golden. Add red pepper and cook 2 minutes.
3. Heat broth or water in microwave until near boiling. Add to pepper and onions. Add lentils, garam masala, and ginger. Cover and simmer for 25 minutes, stirring occasionally.
4. Uncover and mash or taste a lentil. If soft, add spinach and coconut milk, stirring over low heat until coconut milk is incorporated and spinach has wilted. Serve over rice or with naan.
It's adapted (liberally, as usual) from this recipe on allrecipes.com, which I use quite a lot.
1/3 c butter
1 large onion
4 large cloves garlic
1 red pepper
4 cups broth/water (I used 2 cups vegetable broth, 2 cups water)
1 cup lentils (I used 1/4 cup French green lentils, 1/4 cup black lentils, and 1/2 cup brown lentils for variety)
2 Tbsp garam masala
1 Tbsp ground ginger
5 oz (one largish box) fresh organic baby spinach
1 can coconut milk
1. Rinse lentils and soak for 20 minutes or more. Slice onion thinly; mince garlic and chop red pepper. Start basmati rice in rice cooker, if desired.
2. In wok or deep saute pan, melt butter. Saute garlic and onion together over medium head until onions are soft, clear, and just starting to turn golden. Add red pepper and cook 2 minutes.
3. Heat broth or water in microwave until near boiling. Add to pepper and onions. Add lentils, garam masala, and ginger. Cover and simmer for 25 minutes, stirring occasionally.
4. Uncover and mash or taste a lentil. If soft, add spinach and coconut milk, stirring over low heat until coconut milk is incorporated and spinach has wilted. Serve over rice or with naan.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
On the election
All day, and contrary to my general hopelessness and resulting reticence about the political realm, I've been thinking about the possibility of Obama becoming my next president -- and my first president: not only the first one I ever actually voted for, but the first one that I thought would care about my opinions.
I have been thinking, with awe and gratitude, about the enormous victory this is for the soul of the American people, in finally electing a black president. For several weeks now I've been reflecting on this powerful symbol that racism and intolerance might have an expiration date. What I realized today is the incredible sign this represents for the enfranchisement of the other disenfranchised people in this country: the young, the poor, the disillusioned.
Through his incredible speaking, his campaign's commitment to and dependence on broad-based and personal appeals, and most of all through his real faith in the American people, Obama has inspired millions of people like me who were not only apathetic about, but actually hostile to politics and its power. Certainly his election is only the beginning of the change I can believe in -- but it does give me hope.
I find this videoto be, oddly, an epitome of what this campaign means for the future: it's a hack, a mashup of a mashup of a speech; it's shared on youtube. It was unsolicited, done by a bunch of young people merely because they wanted to, because they'd been inspired, and in turn it's inspired thousands more people. It's genuinely inspiring because they were genuinely inspired; it's a creative response, not merely politics according to the usual patterns. It's making a difference.
Somehow, somewhere in his past, Barack Obama got the idea that if he channeled his inspiration with thought and energy, instead of following the usual patterns, he could change this country and possibly the world. Now he's passing that on to millions.
If politics doesn't have to be as usual, maybe I can change my patterns too. In the future, I'm going to try to participate in the process not just by voting, but by looking for opportunities to motivate minds and hearts. Whatever differences in policy Americans may have, I hope we can all agree on that change.
I have been thinking, with awe and gratitude, about the enormous victory this is for the soul of the American people, in finally electing a black president. For several weeks now I've been reflecting on this powerful symbol that racism and intolerance might have an expiration date. What I realized today is the incredible sign this represents for the enfranchisement of the other disenfranchised people in this country: the young, the poor, the disillusioned.
Through his incredible speaking, his campaign's commitment to and dependence on broad-based and personal appeals, and most of all through his real faith in the American people, Obama has inspired millions of people like me who were not only apathetic about, but actually hostile to politics and its power. Certainly his election is only the beginning of the change I can believe in -- but it does give me hope.
I find this videoto be, oddly, an epitome of what this campaign means for the future: it's a hack, a mashup of a mashup of a speech; it's shared on youtube. It was unsolicited, done by a bunch of young people merely because they wanted to, because they'd been inspired, and in turn it's inspired thousands more people. It's genuinely inspiring because they were genuinely inspired; it's a creative response, not merely politics according to the usual patterns. It's making a difference.
Somehow, somewhere in his past, Barack Obama got the idea that if he channeled his inspiration with thought and energy, instead of following the usual patterns, he could change this country and possibly the world. Now he's passing that on to millions.
If politics doesn't have to be as usual, maybe I can change my patterns too. In the future, I'm going to try to participate in the process not just by voting, but by looking for opportunities to motivate minds and hearts. Whatever differences in policy Americans may have, I hope we can all agree on that change.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Serendipity
The universe is conspiring... in my favor?
With all the attention I've been getting recently about my work at Mar Thoma, I was starting to worry that my dissertation would never really get out of that big black cover at ND -- although I know I should just be worried about getting it into that cover at this point. But in any case I was concerned that the interest I was getting was for the project, not my work, and that I'd never get my other projects off the ground.
Now I have two initial interviews, at my top two school picks. This week I've heard about two conferences and a collaborative volume that are soliciting proposals on concepts that are central to my dissertation work.
Both the conferences are within 15 miles of my apartment. So even though they're both in the spring, and I have big and unalterable plans for the spring, I might be able to go.
And finally, I should be submitting revisions this week.
I sure hope the universe only has this one shoe.
With all the attention I've been getting recently about my work at Mar Thoma, I was starting to worry that my dissertation would never really get out of that big black cover at ND -- although I know I should just be worried about getting it into that cover at this point. But in any case I was concerned that the interest I was getting was for the project, not my work, and that I'd never get my other projects off the ground.
Now I have two initial interviews, at my top two school picks. This week I've heard about two conferences and a collaborative volume that are soliciting proposals on concepts that are central to my dissertation work.
Both the conferences are within 15 miles of my apartment. So even though they're both in the spring, and I have big and unalterable plans for the spring, I might be able to go.
And finally, I should be submitting revisions this week.
I sure hope the universe only has this one shoe.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Yes I did
Chapter 3 did in fact go to my advisor, along with (somewhat outdated) revised versions of chapters 1 and 2. Fixing that broken chapter (and its counterparts in chapter 2) has taken me almost a year.
Home
It says a lot about me, I think, that part of my returning home ritual of resettling was scrubbing my teapot (which is usually covered inside and out with tea stains) until it was squeaky clean. Too bad I don't have the same drive to clean the rest of the house!
Final draft of chapter 3 today, I hope.
Final draft of chapter 3 today, I hope.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Highlights from Germany, pt 1
Sleeping on the plane was not a highlight, and struggling to get to Munchen does not deserve mention, but we have had some highlights:
- An unbelievable breakfast at our hotel, which though really ridiculously expensive, was pretty amazing. It was an "American" breakfast which included Pfannkuchen (sort of between pancakes and crepes, filled with a sweet cheese and folded in half), muesli with yogurt, wiesswurst, bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, and some other things I've forgotten (but who cares, with what I've named)? Thomas liked the Pfannkuchen a lot and also ate two bowls of plain yogurt with jam on the top (the first in a tiny cup like an ice cream cone that was edible, but he got bored with that and just wanted more yogurt). Thomas loves plain yogurt. It's pretty remarkable.
- The Englisher Garden: Thomas can point to the place on the map of Munchen where we saw the ducks. A German girl came up to ask Matt and I for permission to give him a cookie at the (charmingly rustic wood) playground. Matt quite reliably managed, "I don't speak German" in German, at which the girl looked at him with complete incomprehension and repeated herself. I managed to work out the meaning from two words and the context and we gave permission, so Thomas got his cookie. He fell asleep on the way to the Chinescher Turn. I parked his stroller, coincidentally, in what turned out to be the front row for the arrival of the Hofbrauhaus bier wagon, and managed to wake him up just in time to see the first horse, all tricked out in the regional blue and white. "Do you see the horse, Thomas?" "Yeah, horsey..." and he was asleep again. Today we asked if he wanted to take a nap, and he said, "nap. horsey." I think he thinks that anytime he falls asleep in Germany he has a chance at seeing a horse!
- Lunch at Pommes Boutique in the University quarter. They sell "bio" currywurst, which the server, who spoke very good English, struggled to explain was meat that "the farmer treats well" and Matt and I went "oh!" and realized that although we knew exactly what she meant, there really isn't a nice concise English equivalent. We also had the namesake Belgisch Pommes (steak fries) which come with a staggering variety of choices for sauces, and a crudites bag of great vegetables (to balance the junk food, I guess). I really like just wandering into great restaurants on trips on accident (although this is also how we ate the worst food in Europe, in Florence).
- Watching Thomas watch the rides at Oktoberfest. It was so crowded by the time we arrived, and Thomas and I were so tired, that we didn't spend a lot of time here, but he was entranced by all the action.
- Mass at the Cathedral of Munich (Frauenkirche). Thomas slept through this too, but I enjoyed being able to go to mass here.
- Thomas's favorite part of lunch today was the weisswurst (he didn't have any yesterday). Matt and I have gotten tricky about this. He'll sometimes refuse strange food, but if you tell him it is like something he likes, he gets curious and if you tell him its name, he will then ask for it by name. So we told him it was "sort of like white hot dogs," (he only just started to like hot dogs) and then he tried it and liked it quite a lot.
- After lunch Thomas started thinking about home. He's definitely homesick, and he wasn't feeling well (although we didn't realize this for a little while). So he rode through the old town of Munchen saying, "I miss Paci, miss Paci. Poor Paci. Poor Paci. Poor poor Paci." When we realized he was hot, we brought him back to the hotel, where he took some Tylenol and slept for a couple more hours. He seems to be doing better now.
- Thomas wanted pizza, so I searched and found a pizza place right down the street. They were clearly amused by the internet order to deliver to a hotel room one block away, and the man seemed thrilled by the novelty. He wouldn't take a tip and told me the menu was a "souvenir" with great enthusiasm. The pizza was awesome, way better than room service and cheaper than we could have gotten an equivalent pizza for back in Chicago (even after exchange rate!).
New pictures, including a few of Munchen, here.
- An unbelievable breakfast at our hotel, which though really ridiculously expensive, was pretty amazing. It was an "American" breakfast which included Pfannkuchen (sort of between pancakes and crepes, filled with a sweet cheese and folded in half), muesli with yogurt, wiesswurst, bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, and some other things I've forgotten (but who cares, with what I've named)? Thomas liked the Pfannkuchen a lot and also ate two bowls of plain yogurt with jam on the top (the first in a tiny cup like an ice cream cone that was edible, but he got bored with that and just wanted more yogurt). Thomas loves plain yogurt. It's pretty remarkable.
- The Englisher Garden: Thomas can point to the place on the map of Munchen where we saw the ducks. A German girl came up to ask Matt and I for permission to give him a cookie at the (charmingly rustic wood) playground. Matt quite reliably managed, "I don't speak German" in German, at which the girl looked at him with complete incomprehension and repeated herself. I managed to work out the meaning from two words and the context and we gave permission, so Thomas got his cookie. He fell asleep on the way to the Chinescher Turn. I parked his stroller, coincidentally, in what turned out to be the front row for the arrival of the Hofbrauhaus bier wagon, and managed to wake him up just in time to see the first horse, all tricked out in the regional blue and white. "Do you see the horse, Thomas?" "Yeah, horsey..." and he was asleep again. Today we asked if he wanted to take a nap, and he said, "nap. horsey." I think he thinks that anytime he falls asleep in Germany he has a chance at seeing a horse!
- Lunch at Pommes Boutique in the University quarter. They sell "bio" currywurst, which the server, who spoke very good English, struggled to explain was meat that "the farmer treats well" and Matt and I went "oh!" and realized that although we knew exactly what she meant, there really isn't a nice concise English equivalent. We also had the namesake Belgisch Pommes (steak fries) which come with a staggering variety of choices for sauces, and a crudites bag of great vegetables (to balance the junk food, I guess). I really like just wandering into great restaurants on trips on accident (although this is also how we ate the worst food in Europe, in Florence).
- Watching Thomas watch the rides at Oktoberfest. It was so crowded by the time we arrived, and Thomas and I were so tired, that we didn't spend a lot of time here, but he was entranced by all the action.
- Mass at the Cathedral of Munich (Frauenkirche). Thomas slept through this too, but I enjoyed being able to go to mass here.
- Thomas's favorite part of lunch today was the weisswurst (he didn't have any yesterday). Matt and I have gotten tricky about this. He'll sometimes refuse strange food, but if you tell him it is like something he likes, he gets curious and if you tell him its name, he will then ask for it by name. So we told him it was "sort of like white hot dogs," (he only just started to like hot dogs) and then he tried it and liked it quite a lot.
- After lunch Thomas started thinking about home. He's definitely homesick, and he wasn't feeling well (although we didn't realize this for a little while). So he rode through the old town of Munchen saying, "I miss Paci, miss Paci. Poor Paci. Poor Paci. Poor poor Paci." When we realized he was hot, we brought him back to the hotel, where he took some Tylenol and slept for a couple more hours. He seems to be doing better now.
- Thomas wanted pizza, so I searched and found a pizza place right down the street. They were clearly amused by the internet order to deliver to a hotel room one block away, and the man seemed thrilled by the novelty. He wouldn't take a tip and told me the menu was a "souvenir" with great enthusiasm. The pizza was awesome, way better than room service and cheaper than we could have gotten an equivalent pizza for back in Chicago (even after exchange rate!).
New pictures, including a few of Munchen, here.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thomas's Great Adventure party
Last weekend we had Thomas's Great Adventure Party. I was inspired by the thought that he's growing into "storybooks" and bought him two books -- Jan Brett's Gingerbread Baby, a beautiful take-off on the gingerbread boy story, and Stephen Kellogg's Jack and the Beanstalk, a rather traditional rendering with dreamy imagery. Then I planned the party theme from those two books. (He actually got a lot more books, of course, but those were the theme-makers.) Thomas helped me make his poster ahead of time. Yes, that is a picture of him climbing the beanstalk (he was opening a door).
Thomas is loving the books. He made me read Gingerbread Baby 5 times in a row during his party. Here's one of the many.
He would only be persuaded away from the book by Indian food. This is a funny story. He was excited about his birthday ahead of time because he has been watching an episode of Word World where Dog has a birthday. He helped me plan his party. He wanted a "blue hat," "books," and "rice." When I asked him what kind of rice, Chinese or Indian, he said "Inyun." It turned out to be harder than I expected to get an Indian restaurant to deliver to our house, but we finally finagled it out of one place because it was a large order:
Thomas also loved playing with his Lego train set. I think we all spent an hour of his party doing that.
Finally the cake. I had my heart set on ice cream cupcakes, since I made them for Dave and Eric's joint birthday celebration and really enjoyed the novelty (and the ease). But I wanted them to go with the theme. So I made gingerbread cupcakes, using the "soft cookie" recipe on the gingerbread box and just filling 1/4" of the cupcake liners (silicone, I'm thinking of giving away all my muffin tins now). After I baked the cookies, I froze them and then let some Edy's Vanilla Bean ice cream defrost. I scooped the ice cream till it mounded. Just before we served them, we sprinkled Wilton's Gingerbread Boy giant sprinkles on top, in red and brown. Thomas thought it was so exciting that he was reading about gingerbread, eating gingerbread, and could see the gingerbread boys on top.
The cupcakes really turned out well. The soft cookies have a better consistency when frozen than the brownies did (they turned out to be too dense) or than cake (I always feel like it tends to get mushy). Here are the mandatory cake photos:
All in all, it was a very satisfying party for everyone. I don't think I've ever seen Thomas have more fun.
Happy 3rd year of adventures, Thomas!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Rules for life
Thomas gets rules now. A few weeks ago he got rules and so understood that if he did this again, he would get the same reaction out of mom and dad again. That was really frustrating. Now he's moved on to getting rules and knowing that if he doesn't do this again, mom and dad will be pleased with him and he can talk to them about it. This has led to a lot of new sentences being of the "NO [verb]" type around here. Or "NO [word that stands in for a verb]". Or occasionally "NO [sign]". Accompanied by a great deal of head shaking.
"NO. No bite. Dada. No bite. Mama. Vava. NO. [smacks lips] Blue." (The much-abused blue crayon.) "NO. No hot."
This formation also works when the topic is something he doesn't like. Today I tried giving him grapefruit juice. He drank it and said "Yuck!" To do him credit, then he drank it some more, pointed at his tongue, and said, "Yuck!" So I offered to get him another kind of juice, which he was happy about. I went and got some apple juice and gave him his "new. juice!" and after a couple of sips he pointed to the kitchen and said. "NO. No yuck!" That cracked me up, so we both sat around saying "no, no yuck" for a few minutes.
This strikes me as a good rule for life. My goal today is to have a no yuck day.
"NO. No bite. Dada. No bite. Mama. Vava. NO. [smacks lips] Blue." (The much-abused blue crayon.) "NO. No hot."
This formation also works when the topic is something he doesn't like. Today I tried giving him grapefruit juice. He drank it and said "Yuck!" To do him credit, then he drank it some more, pointed at his tongue, and said, "Yuck!" So I offered to get him another kind of juice, which he was happy about. I went and got some apple juice and gave him his "new. juice!" and after a couple of sips he pointed to the kitchen and said. "NO. No yuck!" That cracked me up, so we both sat around saying "no, no yuck" for a few minutes.
This strikes me as a good rule for life. My goal today is to have a no yuck day.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Indirection
I was walking back to the car from Thomas's daycare this morning and I saw a woman approaching walking a beagle. Middle-aged woman, black, bandanna over her hair, trying to persuade her beagle out of the fascinating bushes and along the sidewalk to whatever their destination was.
When I lived in Urbana-Champaign I would have smiled and nodded at such a woman, said hello or made a comment about the grizzled dog's puppyish behavior. In our neighborhood there, everyone knew everyone, and if you didn't know someone, you knew you were bound to know them sometime, so might as well make small talk.
In the city it's a little different, and the woman wasn't meeting my eyes. So I did the only possible thing. I smiled at her dog, because it was charming and she loved it, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her smile at her dog too.
It was enough.
When I lived in Urbana-Champaign I would have smiled and nodded at such a woman, said hello or made a comment about the grizzled dog's puppyish behavior. In our neighborhood there, everyone knew everyone, and if you didn't know someone, you knew you were bound to know them sometime, so might as well make small talk.
In the city it's a little different, and the woman wasn't meeting my eyes. So I did the only possible thing. I smiled at her dog, because it was charming and she loved it, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her smile at her dog too.
It was enough.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
The difference is
The difference is a polished
blade, edgewise to the eye.
On one side gleams the sun
of time, and on the other
the never-fading light,
and so the tree that stands
full-leaved in broad day
and the darkness following
stands also in the eye
of Love and is never darkened.
The blade that divides these light
mirrors both — is one.
Time and eternity
stand in the same day
which is now in time, and forever
now. How do we know?
We know. We know we know.
They only truly live
who are the comforted.
- Wendell Berry, Given p. 77Some days I know that we are those trees, standing in the dark, in a light we cannot perceive.
Some days I only hope so.
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