Archive for October, 2008
October 28, 2008 @ 7:21 pm | Filed under: Family
Today my daughters surprised me with a chocolate cake in a mug, which they heard about from a Delicious link (no pun intended, but it fits) I posted right here on this blog. The cake included 78 chocolate chips. They counted. It was heavenly: warm and melty, and even though I shared bites all around, they insisted that I should get the lion’s share, and I was stuffed afterward. Oh my goodness.
And they even cleaned up the kitchen afterward. Someone give those kids a raise.
October 28, 2008 @ 5:12 pm | Filed under: Links
- Why Homeschool: Carnival of Homeschooling: 148 – The Halloween Edition -
- A Month of Christmas Holiday Gifts to SEW: Aprons, Bags, Ornaments and More « THE DOMESTIC DIVA’S DISASTERS™ – Left this open on my screen all a.m. and now can’t remember whom to hat tip.
- The Well-Read Child: October Carnival of Children’s Literature: Snuggle Up With a Children’s Book – Another great roundup of posts from the kidlitosphere!
- As Yard Sales Boom, Sentiment First Thing to Go – NYTimes.com -
- Spider eats bird – Local News – Cairns, QLD, Australia – Scott forwarded me this link with a note that said, “If you called to say you’d seen this outside, you would never see me again.” Hee.
- betz white: Pomander Tutorial – Another piece of loveliness. HT: Clarice @ Storybook Woods.
October 26, 2008 @ 8:52 pm | Filed under: Poetry
September 1, 1939
by W. H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism’s face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
“I will be true to the wife,
I’ll concentrate more on my work,”
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
October 24, 2008 @ 7:12 am | Filed under: Poetry
Understanding
by Sara Teasdale
I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.
But you I never understood,
Your spirit’s secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
Ages ago in waters cold.
***
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is at Big A Little A.
October 23, 2008 @ 1:22 pm | Filed under: Cybils
UPDATED: Make that 186 books. That’s the final tally, after a number of titles were shifted over from Nonfiction Picture Books to our category.
That’s how many titles were nominated in the Cybils Fiction Picture Book category, and how many I need to read in the next six weeks or so.
Two. That’s how many I’ve read so far. Neither one was a standout.
I am keeping my Library Elf hopping these days. Slowly I’m making my way through the Cybils database, clicking back and forth to my library catalog to see which nominees are in our local system, reserving all I can find.
It’s fun to observe which books catch the kids’ attention. Reading and discussing the nominees is something of a family affair, as most things are around here. Beanie has read more of the nominees than I have, so far. Guess I’d better get back to my databasing, so I can catch up.
October 23, 2008 @ 9:00 am | Filed under: Links
- Storybook Woods: Silhouette Pumpkin – Coolness.
- People over 55 dream in black and white? – Boing Boing – “Psychology researchers have suggested that if you grew up on black and white TV, you are more likely to dream in monochrome than people who have watched color TV all their lives.” Scott keeps sending me links. Today must be freaky science day.
- X-rays made from Scotch tape – Boing Boing – “UCLA physicists demonstrated that if you pull off a piece of Scotch tape inside a vacuum chamber, the tape releases enough X-rays to image bones through skin. Grad student Juan Escobar and his colleagues managed to make an X-ray of a thumb using the technique.” —Get out!!
- Cinnamon Bird Ornaments and more creative crafts projects, templates, tips, clip-art, patterns, and ideas on marthastewart.com – We are SO making these. Maybe not birds, but who knows. HT: Rebecca/Gypsy Caravan
October 22, 2008 @ 2:03 pm | Filed under: Uncategorized
On the Typepad site I received a comment on my Coats of Many Colors post which suggested that there might be something morally wrong about paying Coats of Many Colors prices for Halloween and/or All Saints Day costumes:
They are beautiful – and how lucky you are that you can afford them. I can’t help but wonder how other children whose parents cannot pay these high prices feel next to these luxurious saints! Somehow it just doesn’t seem right to spend so much on a fancy outfit to wear on a single day when there are people who have no homes, no food, no jobs.
I’ve seen a similar viewpoint expressed elsewhere, so I thought I’d post my response here as well:
Oh, ready-made costumes aren’t in our budget this year either. You’ll note I said we were given some of the costumes for a look-see, and I was all too happy to accept.
And I was happy, too, to be able to give a bit of exposure to a hardworking mother of many. Just because her costumes don’t fit everyone’s budget doesn’t mean they won’t fit anyone’s, and in spreading the word of her business, I am happily doing my bit to support cottage industry.
And as for “it not seeming right to spend so much on a costume” when others are out of work, etc—well, I think you’re getting into pretty tricky territory when you start criticizing how other people choose to spend their income. These costumes, for example, are extremely well made (I would not have given a positive review if I didn’t mean it, and I stand by every word of my praise), and will be enjoyed by a whole tribe of children, both in my own family and among our friends, far more than “on a single day.” Some families, adding up the cost, might consider the investment worthwhile—just as my family tends to ‘invest’ our money in the books we treasure. And in doing so, we’re helping to support other writers and publishing house employees. As writers ourselves, we know how deeply appreciated those rare royalty checks can be.
Furthermore, it’s very important when passing judgment upon other people’s spending decisions to consider that there may be many extenuating factors in their private lives which might justify purchases that seem frivolous to others. My own family has endured many periods of extended hospital stays and other medical crises, and during those times of our life we spent an amount on take-out food that horrified me then and staggers me now in hindsight. We were coping as best we could, and those overpriced hospital Au Bon Pain meals were a necessary evil, at that time.
To that comment I’ll add that as for “how other children whose parents cannot pay these high prices feel next to these luxurious saints,” I imagine they might feel very much like my children have felt during years when they wore our cobbled-together, safety-pinned costumes next to friends whose mothers could sew: full of admiration and perhaps even longing, but largely unfazed, because their minds were on the candy! 
Something my kids and I have talked a lot about is the danger of envy and comparison. Our family has taken very, very few family vacations, and the trips we have taken have been of modest scope. We have many good friends and relatives who do quite a bit more traveling—weeks at the beach every summer, trips to Disney or Six Flags, all sorts of fun things. And sure, my children have expressed some longing of their own on those occasions. We talk about those longings frankly. Some of our friends who are able to do more traveling are families whose baby years are behind them. How grateful we are to still be being blessed with new babies! A day will come—all too soon; I’ll be forty this year—when there are only “big kids” in our family. I’ll hazard a guess that we’ll manage to do more traveling then. Of course, Jane may well be off to college by that point. Who can say? Right now, we are the family we are: still growing, still grappling with medical and other challenges, and with a mom too busy with home duties to do much in the way of contributing to family income and a dad in a notoriously low-paying, though undoubtedly fun, line of work. It’s a fine place to be, even if modest means place limits upon us. I don’t think it’s doing my kids one bit of harm to hear about their friends’ trip to London or their cousins’ Grand Canyon adventure—any more than it ‘harms’ me to read blog entries about lovely objects or excursions that aren’t within my reach at the moment. We count our blessings, and we know we are very, very blessed.
I heartily encourage the making of inexpensive homegrown costumes. I read the frugal blogs and the crafty blogs with great relish and have gratefully snatched at many a clever idea shared by these talented and thrifty folks. But I don’t begrudge lovely purchases of those who can afford them, and if I can help another family by spreading the word of a home business, I consider that another blessing to be glad of!
October 22, 2008 @ 10:57 am | Filed under: Family, These People Crack Me Up
I’m pulling out of the Trader Joe’s parking lot when Rose asks what happened to our shopping cart. “I didn’t see you put it away,” she says.
“I didn’t have to! A nice man was heading into the store, and he took it for me. Wasn’t that kind of him?”
Rose ponders a moment. “Maaaybe,” she says skeptically. “Or maybe he just wanted a way to get your fingerprints.”
October 22, 2008 @ 8:00 am | Filed under: Links
- OrangeJuicyKnits » Strawberry Market Bag: The Pattern! – Free pattern for scrumptious knitted bag. Hey Jane, take a look and see if you think you could come up with a crocheted version. HT: One Pretty Thing. (Crazy Mom’s ragged squares quilt is there, too, but I saw it first at her own blog. Still swooning.)
- The Miss Rumphius Effect: Art in the Classroom – Picturing America – “Have you applied for a Picturing America grant?…Public, private, parochial, and charter and home school consortia (K-12), as well as public libraries in the United States and its territories, may receive a total of 40 high-quality, laminated reproductions (approximately 24” x 36”).” Individual homeschools are not eligible, but your hs co-op might be.
- crazy mom quilts: how to make a ragged squares quilt – Oh! Dreamy! And simple enough I could pull it off. Um, I think.
October 22, 2008 @ 7:05 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
This one I Twittered yesterday, but in case you missed it: “Mom, is this correct? For men we say ‘fat,’ for women we say ‘overweight’?”
And this one was uttered casually during dinner cleanup by that same dainty daughter: “Mom, do you know what I like best about girl superheroes in comic books? The fighting. Because I’ve always wished I could just punch someone in the nose too.”
