Musings of a Winter Wren

Friday, December 19, 2008

EX-QUEEZE ME? DID YOU JUST DO WHAT I THINK YOU DID?

Someone grabbed my gut for the first time tonight without my consent. It was at a party and it completely caught me off guard. It all happened so fast. It was over and done with before I had a chance to slap her hand away or even utter, "What the f***?!" This woman, someone I met once before, has three children of her own and so, you think she would know better. But she's one of those parents who absolutely adores being a mommy and thinks everyone should procreate because it is just the Best! Thing! Ever!

I gnawed on the straw of my root beer, silently seething.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

FUCK THE JONSES

Last month while browsing through a used bookstore, I came across a bit of non-fiction titled Affluenza: The All Consuming Epidemic. It beautifully captures the economic, environmental, cultural, & spiritual consequences of our over-consumptive modern lifestyles. According to the co-authors (DeGraaf, Wann, and Naylor), people in North America buy more than they need out of fear. Fear that they will not appear successful or happy to the people around them. After all, acquiring material goods, that is the fastest road to happiness, right?

Not only is the book totally comprehensive, it's also packed with some really stunning quantitative information. For example, did you know:

* We spend more on shoes, jewelry, and watches ($80 billion) than higher education ($65 billion)

* Americans now spend six hours a week shopping and only forty minutes playing with our kids

* The average American household carried $7,564 in credit card debt during the year 2000

* The average 12 year old American spends 48 hrs a week exposed to commercial messages

* The same child spends only 1.4 hrs a week in significant conversation with his/her parents

* In 1998, the average total compensation for CEOs of the 365 largest American companies increased by a whopping 36% to $10.6 million each. Blue collar workers got a 2.7% raise.

* Bill Gates held assets worth about $90 billion, nearly as much as the bottom half of the American population (and greater than the GNP of 119 of the world’s 156 nations).

* Average total CEO compensation has increased by 443% since 1990, when the poor fellows averaged only $2 million a year. They now earn more than 400 times what their average workers make, up from forty times as much in 1980. By contrast, Japanese and German CEOs earned only about 20 times as much as average workers.

* American workers are now toiling 160 hours (one full month) more on average, than they did in 1969. According to the International Labor Organization, in October of 1999 the United States passed Japan as the modern industrial country with the longest working hours.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

DEFINITION

Affluenza, noun. a painful, contagious, socially transmitted condition of overload, debt, anxiety, and waste resulting from the dogged pursuit of more

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

DENSER THAN OSMIUM

So I'm giving a math test today. As I distribute the test I tell this kid J, to put away his fancy little touch screen phone and take out his calculator. He does. And then half way through the test, what do I see? Why it's J, diddling his phone under the desk! I ask him what he is doing. He says, "I'm just texting a buddy." Astonished by his reply, I laughed right in his face. Because I didn't know what else to do.

Who are these people??

Monday, December 15, 2008

EMOTIONAL JUDO

When it comes to challenging groups of students, I've developed a skill that keeps them learning and keeps me sane. It's an emotional Judo of sorts. A defense mechanism where I use my opponent’s strength against them without them knowing and, more importantly, without absorbing any hits myself.

I have a group this term that other instructors actively warned me about. You know, keep a close eye them. Don't give them an inch, etc. But I've had them for about three weeks now and I actually quite like them. Sure they're immature, but they're kind of cute about it.

Yesterday, we were talking about human population growth. So I asked the aforementioned students to come up with some examples of medical technology that maybe helped the human population expand. This guy D said, "Umm, well, when a chick, you know, wants to have a kid but she can't, because whatever, she might go to the doctor and take a drug or something..." Of course I knew he was talking about fertility drugs, but instead I shook my head and said, "D, we're not talking about chickens, here. We're talking about human population growth." He replied, "Oh well, you know what I meant, a girl." I shook my head again and said, "No D, I'm sorry. I don't know what you mean because I don't speak 'Dude.'"

Which is a lie.

I'm actually quite fluent in Dude, but I like to keep it under my hat.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

LIKE, WATEVER!

Usually my classes are 100% male, or else they are 99% male and 1% female. You get the idea. But this quarter I have one class that is 60% female and 40% male! I have never had such a ratio in all my years at this college and I was rather excited about the newness of it.

But now I realize, I'm a little rusty when it comes to dealing with women students, at least as far as conduct goes. I have had a lot of experience telling my guy students to quit burping, farting, spitting, and scratching their balls in class, as it is considered unprofessional behavior. I guess it never occurred to me that women might also have certain unsavory behaviors as well. Let's say for example, the incorrigible chatter, and the coltish hair tossing, and the eye rolling, and the general attitude, and the cattiness.

Oh cripes, the cattiness!

On the second or third day of class I was talking about the difference between technology and science. You know, science is a process while technology is a tool that makes tasks easier. To illustrate my point, I asked them to go back to the Pleistocene and imagine a Neanderthal using a stone to scrape meat from a mammoth hide. That stone might make her task easier, but she had to employ the scientific method in order to find the best rock for the job.

Heads nod and I am encouraged. So I go on to recommend Jane Auel’s Clan of the Cavebear partly because it is so well researched and partly because I found it such an interesting read. I'll admit, I began to ramble when talking about the book. Eventually I stopped and laugh at myself for getting so carried away. I cut myself off by waving my hands and saying, “Oh well, anyway, you would love it if you were into cave men and mammoths and stuff like that!” As soon as those words escaped my mouth, I heard a female voice from the back of the room in perfect valley girl pitch quietly but audibly exclaim, “Huh, like, not really!”

I don't know, maybe you had to be there, but her cadence and timing was impeccable.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

I RECOMMEND YOU FIND SOMEBODY ELSE

Yesterday marked the end of the second week of class this quarter. During my lunch period a math student came down to the office and asked if I would write him a letter of recommendation by 3:00 PM.

I said, "We are in the second week of class. The only thing I know about you is that in the last fourteen days you somehow managed to rack up three unexcused absences. I could write a letter, but it wouldn't be one you would want to submit with any sort of...application."

He replied, "Well, you weren't my first choice."

And well, I'm happy to know the kid has some sense.

Friday, December 12, 2008

TODAY'S WORD IS: PARTHENOGENESIS

Most mornings I wake up with a word in my head. This morning the word was parthenogenesis. I repeated the word forty or fifty times on my way to work. This was supremely annoying to say the least. But way better than having the theme song to Mr. Belvedere in my head, which was the case yesterday.

I mean, I don't even know the words to that song.

I was all humming tuba.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

TAKES AFTER ITS FATHER

About a week after my initial clinic visit I had an ultrasound. Doctors said an early ultrasound should increase the accuracy of the due date. After a period of time, the fetus' parent's genes kick in and the "crown to rump" measurement could be long or short depending on the parents' height. It was a rather uncomfortable experience, but they gave me a heart rate and a picture.


It looked exactly like a little tootsie roll.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

ABOUT GRANDPARENTS

I'm terrible when it comes to keeping secrets. So it was absolutely killing me, not being able to share the news with our family and friends. The Steady is much better. He's a regular poker face. Originally, we were going to tell my parents and his parents over Christmas break, but my bottom lip was getting huge from all the biting, so we told them over the Thanksgiving holiday instead.

Now let us step back for a moment. I have one older brother and he reproduced last year. So my parents are broken in, as it were, to the idea of grandchildren. The Steady has only one younger sister who is studying to become a doctor of medicine. She and her husband keep a very tidy house and they lead very organized lives. They are not in the least bit interested in having children. However, The Steady's mother is absolutely dying to be a grandmother. How do I know? We went out to Colorado last summer to visit his parents. One morning she and I were sitting at the kitchen table talking when all of the sudden she burst out with: I should be a grandmother! All of my friends have grandchildren! I'm the only one who doesn't. Well actually, the moment was framed in a little more context than that, but still, can you imagine the awkwardness?

I just whistled and looked out the window...

So when we told his parents they were both beside themselves with joy. When we said our farewells after a long weekend of visiting, his mom hugged me and said, "Thank you...thank you." When we broke the news to my parents they were also extremely happy. Upon parting, my father shook The Steady's hand and said, "Nice work."

Nice work!? Thanks dad. Real classy.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

I'M NOT STUPID, HONEST!

The doctor probably took me for a sex-education-less-back-country-rube who believes babies are delivered by that crazy stork who sells Vlasic Pickles. He asked me to list my symptoms. So I say: I'm tired all the time, I'm nauseous all the time, I have to get up in the middle of the night to pee...

He gives me this unforgettable look as he thrusts a small plastic urine sample cup into my hand.

S'okay, duah. But the reason I was so surprised is because I have been using the Nuva Ring for about two full years. It's as effective as the pill (99.9%) but you can't fuck it up and forget to take a dose, because you wear it in you pikachu. I mean what are the chances of getting pregnant?

0.1% apparently.

Monday, December 08, 2008

A LITTLE BIRD

Sometime in the middle of October, The Steady and I dined on greasy cheeseburgers and french fries. Then we went to the movies and saw Burn After Reading. And then I yakked myself silly and we went to bed.

The next day I was feeling much better. I went for a nine mile run, came home and drank a can of PBR while I ate a bowl of kim chee. Soon after, The Steady and I went out on the parkway to throw the frisbee around. I puked again, only this time it was on someone's very well manicured boulevard tree. The pickled cabbage looked like so many bloody guts.

I pushed through the weekend in a profound malaise. I rolled through the week until Thursday, when I finally took a day off and went to the walk in clinic. I answered their questions and gave them the pee they requested. They came back to tell me that I have a little bird nesting in my womb.

You can imagine my surprise.