Tuesday, August 31, 2004

In today's Philadelphia Inquirer there is an article about the first day of classes for a new charter school. "The First Philadelphia Charter School for Literacy". I have no comment. Either you see where I am going with this or you don't.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004
  Stay tuned for Iraqi Idol

Apparently, one of the freedoms the Iraqi people were missing out on was Reality TV. But no more. A show called Labor & Materials has aired on Iraq's first privately owned satellite station. Along the lines of Extreme Makeover Home Edition, a host and crew show up at a home that has been damaged by the war, and make it whole.
Once they get enough of them rebuilt maybe Paige Davis could get the Trading Spaces team over there. Imagine what Hildy could do with all that sand!

  What do you call......

If a couch potato is a person who spends too much time on the sofa watching, TV, and a mouse potato is someone who spends too much time at the computer, what do you call someone who sits on the sofa watching TV while using a laptop?

Mouch potato?
Couse potato?

Gotta work on that one.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004
  I am curious (place color here)

I was wondering who among you cares if John Kerry earned his Purple Heart(s) in Vietnam? How much does it influence you choice for President?
I have to give the Bush campaign their props . They have managed to turn John Kerry's Vietnam service into a liability, compared to Bush's non- combat tour of duty.
Growing up I heard many references to World War II. WW TWO! The BIG one! Mostly it made me roll my eyes . That was another time. Long before mine. Part of history and history books. A time when people dressed funny, and were woefully innocent. Too bad they didn't know then what WE knew.
I assume that the youth of today must feel somewhat the same about Vietnam. The war of their parents. Fought in some faraway land they can't place on a map. So when these young Americans go to vote , how much will they care that John was wounded and George was getting his dental work for free? Not much I would wager.
I don't really care either. I do care about the price of gas. I care about affordable health care,and equal accessibility to a good education for all.
The only war that concerns me currently is the one in Iraq. There are soldiers getting Purple Hearts there everyday.

  I like chocolate


Monday, August 16, 2004
  Got this one licked

Always known you are first class? Now you can show the world.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004
  A little election fun

This link comes courtesy of Sarcas-sis.


Monday, August 09, 2004

The anticipation of the birth of our first grandchild has prompted some reflection on my own experiences as a parent. It's true that being a parent is a lifetime 24/7 commitment. You know you are a parent when you get up at random intervals in the middle of the night to comfort a fussy baby, and still think they are the most adorable child ever the next morning.
Along my own long and winding road of parenthood, there are 2 instances that stick in my mind, that really drove it home. Yes , you are the Mom. And yes you are responsilble for this little person.
Both center around my oldest daughter. Not surprising since most, although not all, of your firsts as a parent come courtesy of the first born.
Sarcasmo was less than a year old and was siting on my knees, facing towards her Uncle Mark. He was crawling on the floor making noises and amusing the heck out of her. He put on a record (that's right- vinyl) of the theme from jaws. The combination of the Da-dum Da-dum music and Mark pretending to be a shark was more than little Sarcasmo could handle. She thrust out her bottom lip, put her arms in the the air and turned her body about 180 degrees towards me. No hesitation. She knew I would protect her. Even though she was scared- I felt on top of the world. I knew of course that I would protect my child by any means necessary. But it was awesome to know that she knew it too.
The second time she was a bit older. We had gone to the neighborhood public pool. Sarcasmo, her sister and possibly another child were with me. We waited in line for the pool to open. As the gates opened a gang of people, who were not local, came rushing up ahead of us and got in. Most of the people who had stood patiently were turned away. The pool was at capacity. The people who got in were from another neighborhood where the pool had been vandalised, and so they had walked as a group to our pool. But they hadn't waited in line.
"That's not fair" Sarcasmo opined. True. But what can you do? I looked down at her looking up at me. What to do . Do I tell her "Life isn't fair' and take her to play in the sprinkler? What would that show her. That it's okay to be pushed around, denied your rights? Not because I wanted to, but because I felt I had to, I marched into the playground office and confronted the director. He tried to make excuses. "They came a long way" They didn't have their own pool" " They didn't know the rules". But I didn't let him off the hook. In the end he admitted he had no control over the situation and he was hoping that people would just go quietly. As that was obviously not going to happen we reached a compromise. They cut that session time in half for the first group and everyone who was turned away got to go in for the second half. After that the other group was given an assigned time to come as a group to the pool. If they came at any other time they waited in line.
Actually, no one was more surprised than me that it turned out that way.
Does she remember? I doubt it. But I do. Why these two instances out of who knows how many? I don't know.

Sunday, August 08, 2004
  15 hours to home

I heard an interesting fact today. A newscaster said it takes about 15 hours to go from the space station back to earth.
The Sarcas-family once made it from Orlando to Philadelphia in a about 15 hours----in a car. That included a stop for dinner, atlthough the Sarcas-kids and I take issue with the concept of "stopping". We got out of the car,walked through the line, ordred dinner, picked it up and got right back in the car. None of us remember actually stopping.
This accomplishment caused one of the Uncles to suggest that if we took an extra gas tank and tethered one of the Sarcas-kids to the car, we could refuel while still in motion and make even better time. I think he was kidding.


I laughed out loud at this.
Thanks to 2dolphins.com for posting this link.

(language not suitable for young ears)

Thursday, August 05, 2004
  It's Hip to Be Square

When I was in junior high school, my very best friend Janice was a very talented musician. As such she was accepted as a student at the prestigious Curtis Institue of music in Philadelphia. Every Saturday we took the el into town so Janice could take a music lesson. On inclement days I sat in the hallway with my book and read to the accompaniment of scales and chords that escaped into the hallway from the practice rooms. When the weather was nice my book and I could be found sitting in nearby Rittenhouse Square. It was peaceful and shaded . And it offered an ever changing panorama of people to watch.
Recently I had the opportunity to re-visit the square with Sarcasmo. It is still a peaceful little oasis of grass and shade trees. And there are still lots of people, just sitting, sleeping , reading, playing and talking.
Rittenhouse Square has caught the attention of a local film maker and is the subject of his next *documentary.

*site may require registration

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Testing Meme Propagation In Blogspace: Add Your Blog!
By Sarcasmo

This posting is a community experiment that tests how a meme, represented by this blog posting, spreads across blogspace, physical space and time. It will help to show how ideas travel across blogs in space and time and how blogs are connected. It may also help to show which blogs are most influential in the propagation of memes. The dataset from this experiment will be public, and can be located via Google (or Technorati) by doing a search for the GUID for this meme (below).

The original posting for this experiment is located at: Minding the Planet (Permalink: http://novaspivack.typepad.com/nova_spivacks_weblog/2004/08/a_sonar_ping_of.html) – results and commentary will appear there in the future.

Please join the test by adding your blog (see instructions, below) and inviting your friends to participate — the more the better. The data from this test will be public and open; others may use it to visualize and study the connectedness of blogspace and the propagation of memes across blogs.

The GUID for this experiment is: as098398298250swg9e98929872525389t9987898tq98wteqtgaq62010920352598gawst (this GUID enables anyone to easily search Google (or Technorati) for all blogs that participate in this experiment). Anyone is free to analyze the data of this experiment. Please publicize your analysis of the data, and/or any comments by adding comments onto the original post (see URL above). (Note: it would be interesting to see a geographic map or a temporal animation, as well as a social network map of the propagation of this meme.)


To add your blog to this experiment, copy this entire posting to your blog, and then answer the questions below, substituting your own information, below, where appropriate. Other than answering the questions below, please do not alter the information, layout or format of this post in order to preserve the integrity of the data in this experiment (this will make it easier for searchers and automated bots to find and analyze the results later).

REQUIRED FIELDS (Note: Replace the answers below with your own answers)

* (1) I found this experiment at URL: http://www.sarcasmoscorner.com/
* (2) I found it via “Newsreader Software” or “Browsing the Web” or “Searching the Web” or “An E-Mail Message": Newsreader Software
* (3) I posted this experiment at URL: http://www.wedsoff.com
* (4) I posted this on date (day, month, year): 08/03/04
* (5) I posted this at time (24 hour time): 17:20:00
* (6) My posting location is (city, state, country): Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA

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* (7) My blog is hosted by: Blog Hosts
* (8) My age is: 49
* (9) My gender is: Female
* (10) My occupation is: Supermarket Front End Manager
* (11) I use the following RSS/Atom reader software: Bloglines
* (12) I use the following software to post to my blog: Blogger
* (13) I have been blogging since (day, month, year): 05/09/04
* (14) My web browser is: Microsoft IE
* (15) My operating system is: Windows XP

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  Valley Mom

Sunday night we turned on Trading Spaces Family. One of the teams was a mother and her 3 teenage daughters. The mother, who otherwise was your standard"mom" may have set a record for the unnecessary and improper use of the word"like" in an hour. One of her sentences went something like this. "Like, ya know, like, what like. are you plans for this. Ya know?" It hurt to listen. As annoying as this sounds coming from an adolescent it is an abomination from a fortyish suburbanite. I don't remember the teenagers having this speech affliction, although I was so focused on the mother they could have been speaking Swahili and I may not have noticed. Who is this woman having conversation with? Is this the way our language is evolving?Will the State Of the Union Address be starting with"Yo, sup my homies "any time soon?Will I have to learn the meaning of fo' shizzle my nizzle.? And in case you are assuming this eloquent lady is the exception to the rule, I just saw a third grade teacher on the 5 o'clock news. She said that the news about her former student was "like, ya know, like a shock"

  For Your Eyes Only

Thanks to Cheryl for this latest update on the search for the next Bond. Imagine- a man who doesn't think he is the James Bond type! I happened upon a few lists of movie titles for an aging James Bond. This one was put out in Oct. 2003. Apparently some movie-goers were already dismissing Pierce Brosnan even then. Honestly-he's not THAT old. At least not from my perspective.

Monday, August 02, 2004
  On the Road

Yesterday Sarcas-dad and I took a road trip to see Sarcasmo Jr. at her new digs. While on the road I saw 2 things that made me smile so I thought I would share. There was a deer across the road from a sign that said"Deer Crossing". It was waiting for traffic to pass. And at a sign that said "Fee for Littering $300" There were about 10 trash bags piled up against the pole. It doesn't take much to amuse me does it?

  Bond. James Bond

Here's the latest on the search for a new Bond. Thanks Sarcas-sis, for the link.

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