One and a Half Day Week

I could live with that!

What Winter is Made Of

bright sun
frigid air
blue skies
fluffy snow
dry wood
warm fire
no school

Mark my Words

We spent part of our snow day watching Blue Jasmine. Regular readers know how diligently we pursue the Oscar nominees. Ultimately, for me, when the final credits rolled, the movie was unsatisfying, but I don't have a doubt that Cate Blanchett's performance will win the Academy Award, partially because I didn't like the end. 

He Writes the Songs

For Christmas, we bought Heidi's parents tickets to see Barry Manilow in concert. The show is this coming Friday, and as the purchaser of the seats, today I got a reminder e-mail. There was good ol' Barry with that permanent Cali tan and those blinding pearly whites grinning out at me from my smart phone. You're going to Manilow! read the subject line, and you know, just for a moment, I wished I was.

The Tip of the Icicle

The genius of Disney movies has always been how they are created to appeal to people of all ages; rarely does the studio produce anything that is less tan entertaining to the whole family.

We took our 7 and 4 year old friends Savannah and Chase to see Frozen today. True to form, we all enjoyed the movie, and on our way home we continued to talk about it. Olaf was funny; the ice palace was awesome; the trolls were silly.

"There's just one thing I don't understand," said Savannah. "Why would anyone want to get hurt instead of someone else?"

"Wouldn't you want to save your brothers?" Heidi asked.

"Oh," Savannah considered the question. "Yes, I would." Pause. "So that's why she did it!"

Corrective Vision

I'm an inveterate NPR listener, but on our way to the movies this afternoon I put on a popular music station for a change. It wasn't too long before the best hits of the 80s gave way to the commercials of today. "Listen to this ad!" Heidi said with irritation. " It makes me really mad every time I hear it." (She is more eclectic in her radio taste than I.)

A woman was telling how relieved she was to be able to take her sick child to the hospital without delay then a man explained how, as a firefighter, he needed to be able to barge into burning buildings without worrying about extraneous things. Next a woman said how pleased she was to spend a carefree week at the beach, and a man told us how he liked being ready to play sports, any sports, without restriction.

As I listened, I was mystified. What was this product they were all hawking? I really couldn't say.

Turns out, it was laser surgery to correct myopia that freed all this people to save lives and enjoy their own. "Do you know why I hate it?" Heidi demanded when it was over.

Because it's stupid and confusing didn't seem like the right answer. I shook my head.

"Because the women are only concerned with their children, but the men are saving lives and having fun. That infuriates me!"

That's a very good point! The content of that 30 second spot reveals an essential division in how the general public conceptualizes the difference in women and men.

And it's also a really dumb commercial.

It Could Be a Long Year

Last May I wrote about the continuing perils of my desk calendar. Just the other day the first blotter of 2014 went blotto. It happened when a student leaned way in to tell me how he really shouldn't have to do the class assignment when he was in the middle of a really good part of his book.

Perhaps if I was a bit more sympathetic, my 13-day-old desk calendar would still be usable. As it was? "What was that water even doing there?" he huffed before stomping away to do his classwork.