Month: June 2007

“[Cloth] or Plastic”

Cloth DiapersWhen we first had L, we did what we thought was the environmental thing: we used cloth diapers. Today’s cloth diapers are not what they were thirty or so years ago. Now there’s liners of all sorts, including silk and impregnated wool liners that supposedly keep baby dry longer. “All night!” the makers boast, but at thirteen to eighteen bucks a piece, you’d think they’d just about have to change themselves to be worth it.

And then a little common sense. Though we were not filling the landfill with our daughter’s nasty diapers, we were using a heck of a lot more energy with all the extra washing. Our power bill more than doubled when we had L and were using cloth diapers. Of course, it was late December and we were keeping the apartment a lot warmer than we had been in the past. Still, a lot of that jaw-dropping electricity bill was due to the extra washing.

So, environmentally, it’s the cliche “six of one, half a dozen of the other.” Fiscally, disposable wins by a slight margin.

Bluff Mountain Festival

I grew up in an area where bluegrass was not exactly ubiquitous, but at the same time, easily found. My friend’s grandparents were very much into bluegrass and I used to sit in while they were picking. It was a good way to learn basic guitar — there aren’t many chords, and the changes are predictable. Still, bluegrass as music was not something I really appreciated.

Twenty years later, I do. Enough to have a few bluegrass CDs in my collection and to drive festivals and such, anyway.

This weekend: the Bluff Mountain Festival, a fundraising festival for the Madison County Arts Comission.

After the festival, we drove to nearby Max Patch — a grassy mountain with views all around. (It’s also on the Appalachian Trail.)

More images at Flickr.

Bush in that Country East of Germany

Bush went to visit Poland during the G8 summit. Yesterday in the car, I heard two different NPR news briefs about it — not whole reports, but simply a mention in the headlines.

Neither time did the reporter refer to the Polish president by name.

The first time was something about Bush going to Poland to visit “that country’s president.”

The second time, it was a mention of Bush meeting his “Polish counterpart.”

I’ve wondered why they didn’t use the Polish president’s name. Is the Bush’s Polish counterpart’s name so difficult to pronounce? Did the reporter not know the name of the president of Poland?

For the uninformed, it’s Lech Kaczenski. (That “n” should have an accent on it.) That would be pronounced “Ka-chenee-ski.”

Can they not pronounce it? Can they not remember it? At least they didn’t have to say “president of Poland” in Polish — that is a mouthful: “Prezydent Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej”

Who Killed Sasha?

Slate has a detailed examination of the Litvinenko murder, and the nature of polonium, the ultimate smoking gun.

Fairly damning evidence against Andrei Lugovoy:

What can be said at this point is that Lugovoy was shedding radioactivity before Sasha was exposed on November 1. For example, Lugovoy contaminated the leather sofa in Boris’s study when he visited him on October 31.

Lugovoy might not have put the polonium in the teapot himself, but he did carry it around.

It’s well worth a read.

Sitting

Sitting requires a lot of development, balance and strength chief among them. While L has, for some time, been sitting with supports, she’s recently begun sitting (and falling) all by herself.

Sitting brings a whole new set of possibilities. The ability to entertain herself by picking up things she sees around her is a big plus when everyone’s busy. The promise of crawling emerges when L leans forward and puts a fair amount of weight on her still-weak arms. Sitting is the first step toward mobility, for it means a much-expanded horizon for the Girl — much to see, much to tempt…

iParty

The internet has produced a lot of oddities, as well as its fair share of stupidity. When everyone thinks they’re being anonymous, they feel they have license to say and do whatever.

On the other hand, the opposite is possible (not to mention more popular): using the internet to make a name for oneself.

Occasionally, we find cases of the latter that should have been cases of the former. At least once, it’s cost someone quite a bit.

One such instance was a bust here in Asheville over the weekend.

A party invitation posted on MySpace.com that advertised all you could drink for $5 has led to charges against the hosts of aiding underage drinking and selling alcohol without a permit.

Agents who raided the weekend gathering at an Asheville apartment complex also discovered a pinata filled with condoms and sex toys, underscoring the danger of young people attending parties put on by strangers, said Allen Page, assistant district supervisor for N.C. Alcohol Law Enforcement. […]

The agency was alerted to the party through an anonymous fax showing a printout of a MySpace page, he said.

The posting said the party would start at 11 p.m. Saturday at 161 Edgewood Road, Apartment 2. It said patrons could get all they wanted to drink for $5 and that a pinata would be broken during the gathering.

Two undercover officers paid the admission charge and went inside, where they found a keg of beer in the bathtub, he said. State agents and Asheville police officers made arrests early Sunday after getting a search warrant.

It’s no longer unusual for ALE agents to learn about illegal house parties though Internet postings on Web sites such as MySpace, the popular social networking site, Page said. (Asheville Citizen-Times)

A 21st-century bust aided by 20th-century technology, abetted by a fair amount of stupidity from the perpetrators…

Real Real Estate Agents

I’ve been thinking about what the ultimate real estate agent might look like — what might (Picking a gender and going with it) she do, especially for out-of-town buyers?

One of the most helpful things would be to have an agent who also knows the ins and outs of inspections. She would go to the homes you’ve expressed interest in (from clicking through hundreds of online listings) and check a few things.

  • foundation (Any cracks or other indications of problems, potential or actual?)
  • windows (Are they double-pane?)
  • door frames (Are they level and straight? Can you close all the doors with ease?)
  • roof (Can it last a few years without significant work?)
  • individual requirements (For us, that would be distance to neighbors, significant distance from major thoroughfares, not a corner lot, etc.)

Bear in mind that I’m not complaining about our agent. She’s fine, and works very hard for us. So far we’ve had no issues — hopefully that will remain the case.

This dream agent would look at these homes beforehand and note any potential issues, then get back to you: “Cross this one off your list because it has basement issues. And that one has issues with xyz.”

This will never happen, though. Agents make money only if a house sales. While many might genuinely want buyers to be happy, they don’t make money making buyers happy — they make money turning potential buyers into actual buyers.

Dill

DillDill is summer in Poland. Fresh, young potatoes topped with dill make me think of all the Polish summers I experienced, but in particular, the first one, which was well underway eleven years ago today. It seemed during that first summer in Radom, during pre-service training, we had potatoes with dill every single day. And so the scent instantly brings back to mind the large, Stalinist Polish cafeteria where we ate.

Maybe that first summer was simply dill overload, because no matter how many pleasant memories I associate with the odor, I honestly don’t really like dill. It has such a fresh scent, and yet it so easily overpowers. Summer potatoes with dill taste, to me, almost exclusively of dill, no matter how sparingly it’s applied.

House Hunt: Reflections

Dated bathrooms, horrid floor coverings, awful countertops — these issues are non-issues. You can easily and relatively inexpensively change them.

You cannot change:

  • Distance to neighbors;
  • Foundations that clearly will be causing major problems within five years;
  • Flood plain status;
  • Distance from busy streets;
  • Airport holding patterns;
  • Neighbors’ constantly barking dogs; or
  • Exteriors covered with siding, which provide no structural reinforcement whatsoever.

These are the things you look at in a house.

Who cares what’s on the floors? Carpet can be changed to hardwood. Who cares what the bathrooms look like? Tiles from the 70’s can be replaced. Who cares whether the kitchen counter top looks more like a shower wall than a food preparation surface? It can be renovated.

We’ve come to realize — and thankfully, rather quickly — that we need to look first for problems, primarily with the basement and with privacy. It doesn’t even make any sense to go through a house if there are signs that the foundation is weak or if the neighbors are too close.

It’s better to take a pessimistic view of houses, because the pessimism will undoubtedly be tempered by the general optimism of looking for a house, and you’ll end up with realistic expectations.

Doing so would have immediately knocked our “prime candidate” out of contention, and left our second brick preference out of any further consideration.

House Hunt 2

House Twelve--Welcome PartyAfter seeing another batch of houses, we now can tell within about 90 seconds whether or not we’re interested in a house.

One sure sign that it’s not a house we want: a recently-deceased welcoming committee on the kitchen floor.

Another sign: cobwebs on the front door knob. If someone else doesn’t want to see it, we probably don’t want to see it either.

Still, Friday afternoon/evening we added two more to our “let’s think about it” list.

Candidate One

A brick ranch (we seem to hit those almost exclusively), the first home we really liked had a few advantages:

  1. Nice kitchen (though pictures don’t do it justice)
  2. Big dining room
  3. Screened porch connected to an open deck
  4. Fairly decent lot
House Ten IHouse Ten II

Candidate Two

The big problem with candidate two: siding. We want brick. The more we think about it, the higher it moves on our criteria list.

House Eleven IHouse Eleven II
House Eleven III

Top left: Good parking

Top right: Skylight, openness, arch

Left: Spacious kitchen

Candidate Two also had a wonderful little nook that could serve as a computer area, and it had a spacious, semi-wooded backyard with a lot of potential.

But siding…

Prime Candidate

The prime candidate is still the one with a wonderful backyard and a full basement. Indeed, it’s the lack of basement in the above two houses that really make them less than perfect candidates. A basement means one thing: storage. An unfinished (or partially unfinished) basement also provides the opportunity for weekend projects that will, if properly done, increase the overall value of the home.

Today, we’re going back to all three, though, to make some sense of them — which could be a euphemism for making an offer…

Teaching Trotsky

Given the fact that the lads in the program had a very weak grasp on recent history, I decided to do a six-weeks’ grading period on 20th century history. A hundred years in six weeks means 16.7 years per week, and I knew it would be a very rough overview at best. That said, I started in 1917, with the Russian Revolution.

“Why are we studying this crap?” one asked. He’d been keen on learning about the 20th century, but an obscure revolution led by people with “weird” names in a country on the other side of the globe was not what he had in mind.

“Because what came out of the revolution, namely the Soviet Union and the totalitarian Communist state, shaped much of the 20th century.” Already I knew that I was painting with broad strokes. The revolution had produced a communist state, but it wasn’t immediately totalitarian — unless you happened to be in the upper class. Value judgments aside, I went on.

We looked at the revolution, the outcome, and then spent most of our time on the Stalinist Soviet Union.

The classic free-market critique of communism is that it destroys incentive. If I’m going to get my needs met whether or not I work, why should I work? If I know that no matter how hard I work, I’m going to get the same rewards, why not just do what’s necessary to get by? I used to think “Whether or not this argument is valid on a scale large enough to make an impact on society’s production remains to be seen,” but then I lived in Poland in the years just after the fall of communism. What I experienced were people who were supposed to be helping me — after all, by my shopping in their store, I was paying their salary — sitting and reading a newspaper, then looking up with an expression of disgust and saying, “What?”

A consultant who’s been working with our program mentioned later, as an aside admittedly unrelated to his job description, that he felt I’d painted with strokes too broad and therefore misleading. He felt I’d blurred the lines between Stalinism and communism and that the lads would equate the two as being necessarily connected, synonymous even.

“Communism doesn’t have to end in totalitarianism,” he pointed out.

True enough, but I began thinking about this and realized something that one thing missing from the discussion is scale. To have a small-scale commune is one thing; to have an entire country that is communist is something entirely different. Small-scale communism can work because it can foster a tighter community spirit — it can be more like “family.” You’re less likely to cheat someone whom you know, with whom you share common values, etc. Small-scale communism also tends to be more voluntary. Choice goes a long way in determining how much you’ll play “within the rules” of a given society. Bottom line, because of the community sentiment and the voluntary nature, small-scale communism tends to be ideologically self-sufficient.

Marxism suffers from fatal oversimplification: all workers are saints and all owners are devils. There are saints and sinners among workers and owners alike, and communism cannot overcome the inherent selfish nature that so many of us have.

State-scale communism, however, is not ideologically self-sufficient, and it’s largely anonymous. Corruption arises more easily when you have no idea whom you’re cheating. Add the fact that communism historically has not been “voluntary” and you have an instant recipe for Animal Farm-type “cheating.” And since it’s not voluntary and the state has to keep a lot of people “in line,” it’s easy enough to evolve into a police state.

Talking with the consultant later about this, I sketched out the above thoughts, concluding that, to my knowledge, there’s not a single modern communist state that hasn’t evolved into a totalitarian regime.

He suggested Cuba. Aside from the imprisoned political dissidents, the fact that Cubans are shut up behind their own “Iron Curtain”, and the lack of any oppositional political party, I guess I’d agree…

Good Job!

Before getting to work, employees gather for daily recognition. The supervisor gets up and says,

Today, we’re going to recognize a few people for their outstanding achievements of late. Bob, great job coming to work on time! We all appreciate that. Susan, excellent work meeting that deadline. We gave you plenty of time and you came through! Last but not least, Johnny — I asked you to write a report and you did it! Excellent!

A story the other morning on NPR showed that, ridiculous as it might be, such things are going on all over the States.

Companies are hiring consultants to help manage the “over praised” Me Generation. […] Forget Employee of the Month — how about Employee of the Day! Some managers are resistant, saying the only praise they ever got was a paycheck. (NPR)

The commentator — herself a twenty-something — mentioned that the Me Generation has grown up in an environment where parents are terrified that their kids are not going to develop self-esteem, so they praise them to death

The results, it seems, are quite the opposite. We seem to have a generation that can’t cope without constant praise. Instead of raising strong, independent people, these parents have created kudos-holics: people who can’t — or won’t — function without praised heaped on daily.