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December 2007

December 29, 2007

What's With The Abstinence Thing?

Christina Page blogged today on HuffPo about a topic I've rarely shut up about: abstinence only sex education.  A big thanks to her.  And I hope for all potential teen mothers out there the whole "sex is evil" campaign will finally end once a new(my fingers are crossed) political party comes into power.  I can't believe that considering the statistics the abstinence only message hasn't already been abandoned.  Maybe our "I don't listen to opinion polls" president is to blame.  Or maybe parents of befuddled teens haven't been shouting (or voting) loud enough.  Who knows.  But hopefully one of the two has change listed as a new year's resolution.

Oh, and best of luck to Miss Jamie Lynn.

December 28, 2007

Oh, Academia.

Empty_notebook_4 I received a book for Christmas that I'm looking forward to enjoying: "The Golden Notebook" by Doris Lessing.  My interest was piqued after reading the foreword (a habit I only recently developed) in which Lessing articulated an aspect of academia which has frustrated me since before, and certainly throughout, my college career: a reliance on "authorities" and the written word.  Perhaps not with the best outcome, I've always been the type of person who simply did not do schoolwork that I didn't think was worth my time.  And part of the reason I majored in math is because it required independent critical thinking, and while there's certainly a curriculum for learning mathematics one is always encouraged, if not required, to question everything and to understand it fully: not simply to read what others have to say and take it for granted.  I attempted to take classes from other fields, but was almost always frustrated by the amount of information we were expected to memorize and regurgitate.  And consequently I never did as well in these classes as I would of if I'd put in the effort to follow instructions. But I don't regret it.  I probably spent that time on other activities that were (in my mind) better uses of my time. 

But Lessing also addresses how one should read (as opposed to the academic style of reading) and I found what she wrote quite powerful.  She was mainly referring to graduate students in English literature: those that wrote to her inquiring about a book she had written that they were preparing to write their theses on.  But I think it applies to academia in general, and even to those who only read books because they're well known and so that they can boast that they have read them.  I don't think what she recommends is easy to do (I certainly always feel as if I "ought" to finish a book once I've started it, and it always takes effort on my part to throw it aside if it's terrible).  But it's a goal that I'd like to achieve:

"I say to these students who have to spend a year, two years, writing theses about one book: 'There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag -- and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or movement.  Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you at forty or fifty -- and vice-versa.  Don't read a book out of its right time for you.  Remember that for all the books we have in print, are as many that have never reached print, have never been written down -- even now, in this age of compulsive reverence for the written word, history, even social ethic, are taught by means of stories, and the people who have been conditioned into thinking only in terms of what is written -- and unfortunately nearly all the products of our educational system can do no more than this -- are missing what is before their eyes.  For instance, the real history of Africa is still in the custody of black storytellers and wise men, black historians, medicine men: it is a verbal history, still kept safe from the white man and his predations.  Everywhere, if you keep your mind open, you will find the truth in words not written down.  So never let the printed page be your master.  Above all, you should know that the fact that you have to spend one year, or two years, on one book, or one author means that you are badly taught -- you should have been taught to read to read your way from one sympathy to another, you should be learning to follow your own intuitive feeling about what you need: that is what you should have been developing, not the way to quote from other people.'"

Ironic, I know, that I now quote her.  But as it is intuitive and what I feel like doing I think it's appropriate.

December 19, 2007

Missing, Found Dead.

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I left my cat, Jonathan, with my parents when I went to college: dorms don't allow pets, and I didn't trust my social skills enough to live off campus my first year.  Not that moving Jonathan was really an option (few cats like to move and he wasn't one of them), but I did have the odd wishful thought.  And whenever I went back home I looked forward to seeing him, and I liked to think that he was happy to see me too.  Maybe next year, I thought, when I'm somewhere more permanent I can bring him with me.

But those thoughts were cut short when my dad called to tell me that Jonathan hadn't been around for the past couple weeks.  He remained missing for over a month and while the obvious conclusion was that he had died, I entertained the idea that he had found a better home.  Or, that it had been a pleasant death.  But a few days ago my dad and  stepmother found what remained of Jonathan under my sister's bed, lying in his own vomit.  Dead. 

Jonathan wasn't old (although he wasn't young either) or sick.  Some thought he was overweight, but he was also simply a large cat: weighing over ten pounds.  I last saw him in August when he seemed perfectly healthy and I have no idea why he died.  Currently I'm going over images in my mind of him throwing up and choking on his own vomit.  Or maybe he had cancer.  But I don't think he knew that his end was near.  Cats go away from their homes to die; he wouldn't have planned to be under my sister's bed.

I want to know what was going on in his furry little head during his last moments; I want to know whether if I had been there he would have lived.  But mostly I just want him to be alive again.  It's hard to describe what Jonathan meant to me.  After all, he was a cat.  But despite that, as I'm writing this, I'm starting to cry again.  Jonathan was there for me in a way that only a pet can be.  When I was in middle school and my parents were busy getting divorced I developed a habit of going on nighttime walks in order to relieve stress.  The purpose of these walks was to be alone, but occasionally Jonathan would come with me and that was ok.  He would trot a few meters in front of me with his ears perked and his head looking in every direction.  I like to think he was keeping me safe. 

It's seems strange to me that I'm mourning my cat in the same way I would mourn a person.  Pets aren't supposed to have the same status as family members.  In fact, as a recent New York Times article detailed, those that consider their pets family members can even take things to the extreme.  Jonathan certainly never came on family vacations, or to weddings, but I did care for him as a living creature that was close to me and I will mourn him as such.  And that doesn't seem ridiculous to me at all.

December 16, 2007

Far Better Fried.

Ever deep fried a slice of pizza?  A sandwich?  A cookie?  A twinkie? 

Or eaten a hot dish: a casserole with an ingredient list including ground beef, cheddar cheese, cream of mushroom soup, onion rings, and an optional tator tot topping among other savory delicacies?
Salivating yet?

I've been through my share of health crazes.  And I certainly have my own list of ingredients that I simply won't consume (high fructose corn syrup and aspartame currently top the list) but I've decided that I need to expand my horizons, especially with respect to food.  After all, there are dishes out there that may cause some extra poundage simply because they taste so good that I can't stop eating them (a tator tot hot dish and slice of deep fried pizza have already come close). 

There's a theory that every non dessert dish is made better by the addition of bacon.  I'd like to propose a new hypothesis: every food (desserts included) is made better by deep frying.  I think the midwest has already caught on.  And I thought California was ahead of every trend.  Tsk tsk.

December 09, 2007

Now Let's Be Rational.

A big thanks to Earl Ofari Hutchinson for his blog post pinpointing one of my pet peeves: irrational hatred, especially when related to politics.  I can't tell you how many times I've had conversations about this upcoming presidential race, or previous political campaigns, where people judged the candidates based on, well, nothing.  Hutchinson's example was specifically related to Hillary hatred, but I've had the similar experiences, even with Bush hatred (and Bush approval).  This isn't true now (who doesn't know about Iraq?), but in the beginning the main complaint seemed to be that he couldn't pronounce subliminal and was a daddy's boy: not exactly sound reasons for hatred.  The current "Gore love" also has an irrational twist, although I suppose that's more a result of people not doing their own research before jumping on the bandwagon.  But that deserves a separate post.  Hillary hatred is the newest example, and could possibly lose the dems the election.  And since I, for one, would like a regime change, I'd appreciate a presidential race where candidates talk substantively about topics and people, in turn, include substance in their discussion of candidates.

December 06, 2007

Religion and what?

To continue on the theme of changing words to dissociate religious ceremony from secular rituals, what about renaming Christmas?  It was, after all, originally a pagan holiday.  And it's not as if atheists and agnostics, such as myself, don't celebrate Christmas. It's people of other religions that, understandably, take issue: sometimes even with an air of defiance.  Maybe it's a ludicrous idea, but for those that aren't Christian what is religious about Christmas other than the name?  There has been an entire secular culture built around Christmas (sure, Santa Claus was originally St. Nicholas, but that one's a little easier to dissociate), so why not take the last step and publicly rename it to, oh, I don't know, Tree Day?  Perhaps that's not as eloquent, but at least it's accurately descriptive and, most importantly, there's no CHRIST and no MASS. 

It's completely unrealistic, I know.  But given Mitt Romney's speech today, and the obvious comparison to Kennedy's oration of similar nature (so much has changed), I need to let something run free.  It might as well be secular thoughts, dancing in my head.