Archive for November, 2006

the lighting of the Christmas tree

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Here’s what I’ve noticed about the way we’re talking. We’re all pronouncing our T’s a lot more than we used to. Is that what being BriTish means? Sometimes Sue asks me to do something for her and I happily agree, but then later I wonder if I would be so agreeable if she hadn’t used her new British accent on me. Things that make me go, Hmmm (in a decidedly British way, that is).

Today was the lighting of the Hampstead Christmas Tree. Today when I told Jason I said, “Hahmpstead” not “Hampstead”. How very British of me! Could it be that it’s creeping up on me, even? Well I guess I already mentioned the T’s earlier. Speaking of tea, I had some mint tea the other day and I liked it quite well. With sugar, even!

I’ve decided to take a tour of Hampstead with my camera. I am going to take a picture of all the establishments I like, the ones I dislike, and the ones I wish would just close their doors forever. Hint: the one with the logo FCUK must go.

But back to the Christmas tree. Here it is:

Not that much of a Christmas tree, actually, but there’s more.

See, every year they have a celebrity come perform the ceremony, and here she is:

Here are Madeline and Jason right next to her:

just finishing doing the count-down from 10:

Anyway, Emma Thompson looks better in person than she does in the movies. That might be because in the movies she is just quite good looking, whereas out in the real world she is way above average. She said she grew up in Hampstead but I don’t think she lives here any more. I certainly have not seen her walking around High Street in my 4 months here.

My espresso machine is still broken. They might give me the new one in a week or two, since the first one broke. It’s a very popular machine nowadays because it’s (1) very good and (2) very cheap for how good it is. Still I am surprised it’s so popular because it’s hard to use it without making a mess. Whatever. £3.60 every morning for our 1 latte and 1 cappuccino for the past month: £100. I paid £130 for the machine. It’s costing me a fortune to be without it! But I am getting to know the people at Gail’s, my favorite spot for cappuccinos and fresh baked treats. The blew our pumpkin pie order for Thanksgiving, unfortunately, and they made it up to me by giving me my money back, giving me a pecan pie anyway, and giving me a free loaf of bread.

Um, speaking of cappuccinos and lattes, here’s what I now know about them (from Gail’s). A latte is really just steamed milk and espresso. Foam on top … well maybe, but not much. Cappuccinos are espresso and foamed milk, not to be confused with this idea of 1/3 each of espresso, milk, foam. No, see the steamed and foamed milk must be mixed back together to have even consistency throughout. Oh - and I have discovered the joys of a little sugar resting on the foam, as opposed to mixed into the coffee. Coffee and sugar are a no-no, but a little sugar on top of the foam is a yes-yes. Kinda like the salt on a margarita only not … disgusting.

And finally, I should have gone to bed 2 hours ago at 9pm to catch up on my sleep. Sue did, I think. Instead I am up trying to whip out another entry, after having installed Windows XP into the Parallels virtual machine on my MacBook Pro and having played with that in utter amazement all afternoon. The video experience in IE running in Parallels on the msn website was better than the Yahoo experience I get running on the Mac. Parallels is a truly amazing product. It’s time to buy Apple stock, between the pending ho-hum release of Windows Vista and the bomb of a release of Zune, both meant to address Apple’s clear superiority in both areas. There’s no reason not to buy a mac these days. It’s going to make a difference.

Check out this screen shot. The video was running in Windows XP while I was running Aperture and about 10 other apps on the Mac, and I had just executed Expose’s All Windows command so you can see it all at once, scaled down to fit. Is that sweet or what!? I know - people have been using Parallels for months but … not me!

Good night!

no longer airing our dirty laundry

Monday, November 27th, 2006

Some time last week was the final straw: No washing machine could possibly suck this much. If you remember, the program selector dial was completely rubbed clean of any numbers on it, so I had to “reverse engineer” the dial way back in August to try to figure out what was what. It turns out I did it 100% correctly but then as usual blew it some other way. In this case, when I found the start of the normal program and ran it, I couldn’t bring myself to believe that it was a requirement to run the washing machine for a minimum of 110 minutes. So … I messed around a little and came up with a program which ran just 35 or 40 minutes. I thought, Cool, that’s about how long it took in our US washing machine, this must be a nice, simple program. Unfortunately, that was a mistake.

Armed with a flashlight this time (because I didn’t have one last time) I was able to spot 2 numbers around the dial, and piece together the whole thing. The result is we run the washer for 110 minutes, I actually see soap suds in the washing machine now, and the clothes are coming wonderfully clean (you know, they just get pretty much clean, like you’re used to). So 110 minutes in the washer followed by 105 minutes in the dryer, and we can pretty much get one or two loads a day done if we have to. Ouch.

Since my last post Battlestar Galactica has been released on iTunes. So we’re all up to date except for the most recent episode. Life is good. Actually, now we are all caught up (a day later, you see). The last episode was … something else … I have no complaints. Good stuff.

Here are a couple of landscape shots I took of the Heath the other day when Sue and I decided to go for a walk. If you have an opinion please let me know. I’ll write my own opinion about each picture below.


Boring …


Nice … but boring.


Exciting but bad camera positioning: too low due to really short tri-pod. I needed to raise it to get more of the water behind the … whatever those flower things are.

Sue and I were reminiscing about the time we were climbing a big hill in Vancouver (I think) and we saw people coming down the mountain in a hurry and only then did we notice the clouds coming in. It was very windy, suddenly quite cold, and if you must know, I was feeling rather anxious about the whole thing. Then the cloud finished blowing by and it was nice and sunny again. Anyway, this is a little different but it reminded me of it just the same:

It’s blue sky on the left, dark clouds coming from the right. By the time we got down off the heath it was starting to rain in earnest. Just before the walk I scorned Sue for asking if we needed to worry about the rain. There was little not a single cloud in the sky. The weather changes very quickly around here, on a daily basis it seems. Very quickly. They say the weather in New England changes quickly. I don’t think so.

I am growing a beard for the first time in 18 years. If I ended up looking like Obi-wan Kenobi I will keep it, but currently I am heading more towards Count Dooku, and I am not comfortable with that.

Jason finally lost his first tooth. He has been waiting and waiting and waiting. He was very happy. Here’s what he scored on this, his first visit by the tooth fairy:

We celebrated Thanksgiving on Saturday this year. Thursday the kids were in school, of course, because what do the Brits have to be thankful for? This is the most expensive turkey you Yankees will probably ever see:

How expensive? £44 for 10 pounds. Ouch. We thought it was going to be £28 which is still ridiculous, but it was more and we didn’t bother to figure out why. Sadly I was too full to take pictures of the kids being upset and not enjoying thanksgiving dinner with us (because turkey and stuffing do not float their boat - of course, they sank my boat but that’s another story).

We got a beautiful Christmas tree going this weekend as well. Here we are decorating it:

It’s so straight and symmetrical, it’s almost as if … as if … Yup - it is:


Our first fake Christmas tree! I love it but I am kinda disappointed that it seems to drop crap all over the floor just like a real ones!

I hate how I look in those pictures. Next time Sue takes pictures of me “au natural” I am going to smile foolishly and make it seem like I am as happy on the outside as I am on the inside.

The kids look great, however. My new lens takes nice, sharp pictures. That is re-assuring:

We got a new bed in time for my Mom to come for a visit. The piano is now in the office with Sue and me. The house is getting full.

The sun is so pathetically low in the sky, AND, we’re still 23 days from the shortest day of the year. On that day I estimate the sun will be at a maximum of 20 degrees high in the sky. In other words, we’ll be lucky if we even see it! For all you Seattelites who think you’re so tough, you’re only 47.5 degrees north. We Londoners are 51.5 degrees north. That’s something like 240 miles further. Na na na na na. 51+22 = 73 degrees. I am not sure the sun should even bother trying to make an appearence during Christmas time …

Time to go. Cheers!

Roman Holiday

Thursday, November 23rd, 2006

During the last week of October we spent 4 nights in Rome (over the kid’s half term school break). There was a lot of gelato to be had, interspersed with fountains, outdoor cafes, statues, piazzas, churches and some pretty amazing ancient ruins. It’s a good thing that we haven’t had a car for months, hence we all had pretty good walking legs which came in very handy in Rome. We explored mostly by foot, took an occasional bus, and did not use the metro at all.

First, a word about the public drinking fountains in Rome. They aren’t like the modern push button or pedal fountains you might be thinking of. They are located around town, and the water is apparantly very safe to drink, coming from deep natural springs. When we spotted our first one, Jason was so excited that he didn’t bother to wait to hear our guide’s explanation of how to drink from it properly.



hence, the after math…

Big sis took her time and clearly paid attention. Well done!


Trevi Fountain

Jason loves to throw things, so naturally we couldn’t pass up tossing coins into as many fountains as possible, especially the famed Trevi Fountain.

We wound up visiting the Trevi fountain twice since the kids really liked it (and it was a mere 5-minute walk from our hotel). We decided to fully engage in tourist behavior by tossing coins over our shoulders into the fountain, which supposedly means that some day, each tosser will return to Rome.

Here’s a shot Madeline took. Not bad…

Piazza Navona
We spent part of a day unwinding at the Piazza Navona, known for street entertainers and local arts & craft vendors.

As expected, there was a very old fountain in the piazza.

Everyone liked the water coming out of the the lady’s mouth, with the added touch of the pigeons making themselves at home.

While there, we had lunch at a nice outdoor cafe and then checked out the local arts & craft vendors.

There were a bunch of street entertainers who stood like statues dressed in various costumes. Madeline got a bow from King Tut.

Jason decided to give Tut his soldier’s pose. To this day, Jason remains uncertain whether these are real people. We haven’t indicated one way or another…

The kids especially liked the tallest street entertainer, who we named the Big Friendly Giant after Roald Dahl’s the BFG. We had coincidentally been reading this book to Jason, which has a central character that looks a lot like this guy.

We also visited the Church of St. Agnese. Madeline was quite fond of the the angel statues on the outside of the church.

Inside the church, I found myself quickly having to explain what a confessional was to Jason, in trying to prevent him from climbing all over one. I didn’t really think that he was paying much attention to what I was saying, but then he suddenly signaled for me to lean over for him to whisper in my ear and confessed that he had “kicked Madeline in the butt.” Ha ha ha! I was so tickled that I decided to see how Madeline would react. She immediately confessed that she picks her nose!

The Forum and Colosseum
At the recommendation of a friend, we wound up hiring a private tour guide to take us through both the Forum and Colosseum. We’d highly recommend our tour guide Olivia. She was extremely knowledgeable, patient, and we had absolute flexibility with the kids in tow. We also lucked out with the weather, so the kids were able to “run around” the ruins of the Forum.

At first, Madeline was not interested in the tour at all, and was quite moody (I think the prospect of having to spend a few hours listening to a guide rather than running around seemed quite boring to her). Then, to our surprise, she got over it and wound up having some very animated conversations with Olivia. I was privately hoping she would be able to get more out of our visit to Rome, because over the summer she had devoured all of the Roman Mystery books by Caroline Lawrence — a series of historical fiction books for children on ancient Rome.

In true Madeline fashion, she started quizzing Olivia on such things as the actual location of the emperor’s box (in the Colosseum), who Pliny the Elder really was and (amazingly) referencing actual page numbers in specific books when recalling some of the details.

Olivia was fantastic and patient through it all, and had even read some of the books herself! At one point, after Madeline proudly recounted a story line of how a central girl character had to fight as a gladiator to free her friend who had been forced into slavery. Olivia gently clarified that children never actually fought as gladiators in ancient Rome, and cautioned her not to believe everything in the books because they are fiction. Madeline sat back quietly with a thoughtful look on her face, which was priceless. :-)

In the mean time, Jason mainly occupied himself with climbing amongst the ruins (where ever possible) and finding ways to relate his experience to Star Wars in as many ways possible. We hung on to an empty Fanta bottle which he wielded as his light saber.

After the Forum, we headed to the Colosseum.

In Jason’s eyes, the Colosseum was akin to the arena in Star Wars, episode II. Unfortunately, they didn’t allow any one to go down into the actual field area where the gladiators fought. They had most of the field area “peeled back” so you could see the underground rooms where the slaves and animals were apparantly kept in holding.

The Pantheon
We toured the inside of the Pantheon, after overcoming my shock at the huge mobs of tourists milling around out front (October is supposed to be off season — I can’t imagine what the crowds are like during the summer!). There were lots of horse and buggy rides and people hocking their wares.

And of course plenty of tourist traps like this one.

I had never realized what an architectural feat the Pantheon was, and it’s truly amazing how intact it still is!

Jonathan took this cool shot of the domed ceiling. It has a perfect circular opening in the center that provides enough natural sun light to completely light up the interior of the Pantheon, even on the overcast day when we visited.

The highlight here for the kids was climbing all over the majestic columns.

Other Experiences
We tried unsuccessfully to get in to see the St. Peter’s Basilica cuppola (dome). You can see it in the distance here on our approach.

Even though we arrived before 10am (and it was supposedly off season), the line was already out the door and half way around the perimeter of the piazza. So, we took some nice pictures from the outside…

while the kids had a bit of fun jumping on and off the concrete posts and chasing each other in and out of the columns.

In the end, we skipped the dome, yet were able to at least tour the popes’ tombs. We were told to not even bother to try visiting the Vatican unless we lined up at the crack of dawn, so we skipped that entirely. However, we were able to glimpse parts of Vatican City via the open top bus tour, which the kids enjoyed.

We really enjoyed the outdoor cafes around Rome.

Some times, there was entertainment, even on a narrow street
with oncoming traffic!

We tried to visit the Castel D’ St. Angelo, however it was closed on the day we visited. It was impressive from the outside though.

Just past the castle, we were nearly swindled by a street vendor. The kids spotted some dancing paper characters on the street and went into major begging mode. Since we had promised them they could buy a few souvenirs, we stopped to look. After close inspection, I couldn’t figure out how the cheap paper characters seemingly pasted to popsicle sticks with pipe cleaners for support and magnets for feet, were moving completely in sync to the music from a nearby boom box. I asked the vendor and he explained in broken english that it was the magnetic waves from the boom box causing them to dance. I didn’t believe him, was still puzzled, but since I managed to bargain down the price to 3 euros for 2 of the characters, I thought it was relatively cheap and not a big deal as long as they worked. As I paid the guy, Jonathan came up and pointed out that the dancing characters were positioned between the boom box and a black duffle bag (which I hadn’t noticed). He asked the guy whether he could move the duffle bag, thinking there were something hidden in the bag that was really making the dancing trick work. The man vehemently said no, at which point I realized there was definitely something up with that bag. I quickly waved my hand in front of the bag and accidentally snapped a nearly “invisible” black thread that was holding up the dancing characters and tied between the duffle bag and boom box. The characters instantly fell flat on their faces and our kids’ jaws dropped. I immediately demanded our money back and the vendor quickly obliged. We left quickly, but later I felt bad about not doing something else like reporting him, but then who would we report this too? I was really glad that Jonathan had the wherewithal to probe further and so we didn’t get “taken” after all.

it’s just one thing after another

Sunday, November 19th, 2006

So I took Jason to that One Man Star Wars show, and it was really good. Here’s a nice picture I captured from it:

Sadly, this is the last picture I will ever capture from this awesome camera because this afternoon I left it at the theater by accident. So while we were treated to a good show (that I partly slept through, but whatever) I unfortunately cannot show you the picture I took there because somebody got an early Christmas present this year. Fantastic little camera, I was careless, I said to myself, “Put it away, you’re going to forget about it, it will fall off your lap …” Boy was I right! I am trying to get over it but this will probably haunt me for a few days.

My chess score is currently running: 2 wins, 5 or 6 losses. All my friends who “suck at chess ” obviously suck at it less than I do. Grrrr.

Sue’s artistic abilities have taken a recent jump. I think it might have something to do with the subject of last weeks class:

Apparently I don’t provide Sue with the proper inspiration to develop her instrument … ;-)

Sue and I have been watching Battlestar Galactica in the past few weeks. I forgot to mention it, even though it was a big, huge event in our lives. Let me explain how two Americans lost in London get to watch a show that is not currently available here. Our friend Jeff was mean to me and made fun of that fact that we can’t use TiVos or get current shows in London, so when I told him that he was mean he decided to take pity and made it his mission in life to solve my BSG (BattleStar Galactica) problem. We thought about some high tech solutions, some high tech and illegal solutions, and some low tech illegal solutions, and in the end after I begged him not to, he sent me the first four hours of BSG on … wait for it … mini DV tapes captured from his TiVo box! The quality was excellent and I immediately captured them onto my Mac, re-encoded them as MPG4 and uploaded them to my website so my Mom in Massachusetts could download them and watch them on her computer as well (since she no longer has the Sci-Fi channel).

What do you think? It’s been worth it, but now the 4 tapes are back in transit to Foster City where I hope 4 more episodes are queuing up.

I can’t believe I lost my new camera.

The kids finished their soccer/football. Next Saturday we are looking forward to sleeping in. We heard so much about the horrors of the wind and the rain at Wormwood Scrubs but it never materialized this year, at least not the rain. It was windy and downright cold some mornings, but still, it was not bad at all. In recent weeks we’ve been catching a ride with the coach in the morning (the one taking Madeline - Jason’s starts a couple hours later). I get him the cappuccino and he gives us a ride. Not a bad deal at all. The TUBE, TUBE, BUS combination can range from 1 hour to 1.5 hours, but in all fairness, it was basically an hour every week except the first, horrible one. So, not bad. I am going to miss that big, beautiful prison wall.

Two weeks ago my espresso machine broke. It’s under warranty so I returned it, but it’s been two weeks! So I have had to get up and out of bed and over to the coffee shops across the street for two weeks in a row, and believe me … it’s not a good thing! Despite the grease in my hair I find the people in Gail’s to be quite friendly. I told the guy there that he is the only reliable “barista” in the area. Nice and tasty every time, the only one more reliable than myself.

I miss making my espresso every morning, I really do. My cheapo machine is very good and I almost like the fact that I have to do about 10 different things to get the machine not to make a mess, either with the steam or the coffee. Keeps me on my toes at a time when it’s just the smell of the coffee that’s keeping me moving in the first place.

Here’s my first wide-angle shot of a portion of the Heath. It was dark and almost raining and I had no tri-pod, but here it is. Unfortunately it’s very windy around here so I think the leaves will all be gone by the time they finish changing colors.

Jason continues his growth spurt. He is reading things all over the place, aware of what’s going on when we’re traveling on the TUBE, he got his first 10 out of 10 on a spelling test, he teaches me a little bit of history every time I pick him up from school, and of course he wrote a poem and entered a contest. It’s so different now with him.

Jason has been going through a night terror episode again. He used to have nasty night terrors when he was 2 or 3 where we’d bring him down to the family room and he would yell and scream in terror for 20 minutes, and then suddenly snap out of it (I actually have a 20 minute video some place in CA I need to show him some day …) We learned that Hotwheels videos helped him snap out of it in those days. Just before we moved to London Jason went through another episode, but I figured out that he was over-heating and waking up in a pool of sweat. The reason was that he developed fear of the door into his bathroom, especially if he was going to bed and Madeline wasn’t yet in her room, leaving Jason all alone in the bedroom side of our CA house. He developed that fear and dealt with it by wrapping himself up like a cocoon in his blankets, completely covered, so he couldn’t see the door by accident OR on purpose! Once I figured that out, I went into his room after an hour, uncovered him completely, the episodes stopped.

They showed up again about three weeks ago here in London and they are a little different. He sits up in bed, seems kinda upset, it slowly escalates while we’re talking to him and trying to calm him down, soon he starts yelling a little bit, we carry him downstairs so Madeline doesn’t wake up, the yelling turns into screams of utter terror. One night we heard him say that he couldn’t find the comma! Oh great! He’s freaking out at school! Usually he’s screaming for Mommy and/or Daddy in utter terror, and we’re trying to help him wake up, we tell him we’re right here. Once we said, “Where’s mommy!” while Sue was holding him right in front of her face, and Jason screamed back, “I DON’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS!!!!!!” Meanwhile, the TV is on playing an episode of Star Wars, and slowly the screams subside and Jason starts sobbing a little, and quiets down even more, and then sometimes says, “How did I get here?” Sue and I look at each other, having just spent 10 or 15 minutes with a kid screaming in terror at the top of his lungs (like, why haven’t the police shown up at the door, we keep wondering) and there Jason is just glad to be watching Star Wars.

So now we set our watch for 1 hour and one of us goes upstairs and stirs him a little, we’ve been putting him to bed without a shirt (even though it’s the winter) and then putting it on him when we go to bed. When we’re first putting him to bed he says, “I hope I have a night terror so I can watch Star Wars!” We tell him what happens and I like to re-enact it with him sometimes, and he’ll be laughing hysterically at my screaming in terror at him. It’s just one of those things that keeps you on your toes …

This post is short on pictures, long on words. Sorry about that.

feeling blue in the UK

Friday, November 10th, 2006

I have lots of random thoughts going through my head. I knew exactly why I was going to start this entry about 5 minutes ago and now I have no ideas. To keep it interesting I will put in the occasional photo, like right now:


This is the horrible weather we’ve been facing here of late. Just … just terrible.

Today while I was waiting for Jason’s bus to arrive back from the pool where is class goes swimming every Friday afternoon, I heard that a car had over-turned around the corner on High Street. The car was actually on its side, with two elderly people in it. Apparently they were chatting away in their sideways car, unable to get out. But the police were on their way.

While I was standing there, there was the usual Heath street traffic jam this time of the day (pick up kids from school time). Cars were just idling on the hill, except for the occasional (ok - just one) Prius, which of course was not idling at all. It struck me that it’s time for a change: it’s time to go electric. Well, it’s time to go hybrid but not the current style: we need electric cars that are plugged in, but also have generators on board when the battery pack gets too low. It’s the wave of the future and I just wish it could get here now because I can’t stand the way cars work anymore: dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb. Electricity is the future and we may as well embrace it sooner rather than later.

Since I wrote the above paragraph, however, I have had my second conversation with somebody about the air quality in London. It comes up because I am having loads of trouble wearing contacts here in London, to the point where I might have to go back to glasses. And the most common explanation is that the air here is quite dirty, esp. with all the diesel engines. So while they may be very clean burning diesels, compared to the US at least, they are still producing a bunch of particulate matter that’s floating around and apparently getting in my eyes (but not Sue’s ;-). So maybe diesel/electric hybrids isn’t the answer.

It’s actually raining right now. It has hardly rained at all in the past few weeks. I don’t know what’s up with that but I think it will be OK. The leaves are starting to turn. I had hoped to take some pictures with my new wide-angle lens from Tamron, but it turned out to suck so much that I had to send it back. That’s always depressing: I expect instant gratification and I am not really capable of handling disappointment. Another one from a different company arrived a few days ago and I was able to take some decent indoor pictures with it, so I am hopeful.

Luckily it was not raining on Guy Fawkes day. He’s the guy that tried to blow up Parliament a few hundred years ago. The Brits celebrate by blowing up fireworks for the weeks before, during and after the official day: November 5th. This year we decided to participate in the festivities, not by going to a show, but by blowing up a few things of our own.

Here’s our fearless leader, Sue, who bought a bunch of fireworks in NC where it’s illegal to set them off, and has been feeling frustrated by that ever since. So here in London she bought some more …

My favorites were the bottle rockets, but Sue wasn’t able to capture the rocket lifting off from the pole in my hand, spraying me with sparks, causing me to scream in excitement every time. I love that it’s completely legal.

We did a couple practice ones in the daylight, too.

We had an audience …

that participated as well:

We had our kids’ parent/teacher conferences. We found out that Jason is struggling and we both felt really bad about that because we didn’t quite notice it and the school didn’t give us any feedback (not for lack of asking, mind you) until his conference 6 or so weeks into the year. We should have known something was up because Jason started referring to himself as dumb and we were wondering where it was coming from. The poor guy has only had 20% english and math his first two years of school in the states (because of the Chinese immersion), so of course he would be behind. He’s also one of the youngest in his class. Nevertheless, we’ve been working with him lately and he’s already started to improve remarkably, in terms of catching up and in terms of renewed confidence. Actually, today he did mind-bogglingly well on his homework, so well that he can see it himself. This is probably one of his biggest growth spurts, and we’re all happy about it.

Here’s Jason participating in the poetry contest. Most kids prepared for weeks, Jason wrote a poem the night before while doing his english homework, and decided he wanted to do that poem in the contest. Is this my son? I don’t think so. My son wouldn’t want to do anything like that, ever. The fact that he wanted to amazed us:

He was very quiet and at the end he forgot to bow, so he didn’t get any applause when he expected it, and I think he was a little unsure what to do at the very end, and then he started to step down and everyone applauded. Sigh. Mind-bogglingly cute. He felt that he did a bad job but we reminded him that most people got to practice for weeks, not just one night.

It’s hard to explain how Jason makes us feel. He seems so vulnerable sometimes and we just want to wrap him in our arms and take care of him. There are times when I have been in his classroom because I am helping the school get their computers into the 21st century, and one day I was there when I heard the teacher say, “OK - who is playing in the chess tournament?” and Jason was looking around, and finally I heard him say, “I don’t know if I am signed up.” He reminds me so much of me, of my childhood where so many things just happened to me and I didn’t feel in control of any of them. I hope we can help Jason have more of a clue beforehand. I think knowing what he is going through might help. Still, Jason is showing renewed confidence in himself and I think that’s a good sign.

Here’s Madeline in the same poetry contest. She is quite confident. I asked her if she was nervous and she said, “No” in that “why the hell would I be nervous” tone of voice:

and she doesn’t look nervous. She smiled at me as she walked to the stage, as I was in the back of the room taking pictures.


She won honorable mention in her age group. This was the first time I think she had done anything like this, at least in English. All the performances were pretty impressive compared to what I am used to of first and fourth graders. I think it’s something that’s taken more seriously in this school.

Here’s Jason when he found out that Madeline won honorable mention:

He’s proud of his big sister even as he is just getting over his disappointment at his own performance.

Last weekend I took Jason to the one-man-star-wars show (it was Sue’s idea). He has created a complete Star Wars addict out of me, I am sorry or happy to say (not sure which). The show was quite funny, some of the humor perhaps lost on Jason, and I quite enjoyed it. Every time I watch episode 3 on DVD, a little more of it makes sense to me. Still, I am always very sad that Anakin turns to the dark side: I keep thinking maybe he won’t turn to the dark side this time, but he always does. Jason has taken to drawing pictures of the various kinds of light sabers, placing crystals in flash lights, and continuing his light saber battles out in the courtyard. I truly hope somebody invents one soon, because I think the force is strong with Jason if only he had a way to channel it.

Madeline’s parent/teacher conference was a little different. It was something along the lines of: So Madeline really is good at everything - you weren’t just exaggerating on her application? Good at everything except perhaps good manners, but even that is changing. We’ve found that the teachers here are not at all afraid to tell the kids to shut up, they don’t hesitate to say “You’re behaving badly and stop it!” and I am starting to realize that that really was not the case in the kids’ previous school. Proper behavior is expected or else, and Madeline seems to have gotten the idea. She’s changing, Sue and I are happy. And so is Madeline, too.

She’s still the only girl on the football team, and she seems to be improving. She scored a goal in the last game (school game, that is - weekend football she’s also the star of her team). She just scored a goal here:

I bought a deep fat fryer, something I am very excited about. I want to cook Chinese food and you can’t do it properly without one. Unfortunately I am unable to figure out how to produce authentic Chinese sauces still, so it’s not working out so well for me. I also want to learn how to cook Indian and Thai food, but really mostly just Indian. Today I tried to make a curry sauce two separate times, and both times were a disaster. The first time I had to spit it back out - I must have done something wrong with the salt. Second time was a little better, but when Sue came home she said, “I smell mushrooms!” That’s … a little discouraging.

In other news, three days after my post about spanking children I received a book from amazon on how to raise children. I was amused, slightly offended, but I decided to read it and I was hooked on the first paragraph (or perhaps page) because it says that among other things this book is going to explain why today’s children are badly behaved compared to our (or probably more likely our parent’s) generation, and why it’s a good thing. And the answer is: Kids today are not afraid of their parents. They are not afraid of us because beating them is no longer acceptable behavior in our society. Luckily all kids want their parents’ approval. And it makes me feel relieved because we try to treat our kids with respect and sometimes all we get back in return is disrespect, and so I worry about the current approach some times.