Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Lesser Holidays

When the kids were little, and even now that they're not, Karl's mom used to give them heaps of candy for every holiday.  And not just candy.  They'd receive cards, packages, and occasionally, money.  So it's no wonder that they began to think of St. Valentine's Day, President's Day, and the others as major holidays.  "Daddy," they ask, "why do you have to work today?  It's Groundhog Day."

Update 3/20/14:  Just saw this article about ending holiday inflation!

We've had some fun around here for these lesser holidays lately.

Do you remember these beignets we had in New Orleans last summer?




Claire got a hankering to make them.  So we did:





They were wonderful, just like last time.


Cat boy.

This is what the kids and I woke up to on Valentine's Day after Karl had left for work.  Sweet guy, huh?


A few weeks ago there was a grocery store closing nearby, so I bought a bunch of random foodstuffs at 70% off, including a box of British wine gums, a candy I like.  But when I went to open the box, nearly all of the candies were gone!  I asked who had eaten them.  Karl said he'd opened them, but had only had a few.  Claire admitted she'd had a couple, as did Brennan.  Hailey said she'd had no more than two, honest.  I told them I hadn't had any.  Everyone thought someone else was eating them, and they all thought I was!  So Karl bought me a whole new bag for myself, and another for the rest of the family.  These'll last quite awhile.

We enjoyed the President's Day weekend.  We sat around playing board games on a rainy afternoon, but suddenly there was a loud buzzing and a big pop! and sparks flying from an electric pole across the street.  Yet another transformer blown.  That's the third one I've seen from my livingroom window since we've lived here.  At this rate, these things must be going out all over town!  How we ever have power is beyond me.  I imagine the view from the air, as the entire state of Washington in a storm must look like it's being attacked by giant fireflies.


Well, if anyone's equipped for a power outage, it's us.  We just whipped out one of our Civil War lanterns and continued the game.  Then someone got the brilliant idea to break open some of those glow-in-the-dark bracelets that we always have left over from Independence Day.


Power-outage queen.


Just as we were considering going out for dinner, (since our stove is electric and no one felt like cold food), those clever folks at Puget Sound Energy got the power on again.  I don't know how they do it so fast, I really don't.  I mean, after loud bangs, and sparks flying, you'd think it would take them awhile to put things to right again.  Well done!





January Photos

In January, I posted about stuff going on around here, but I didn't have any pictures.  Now I do.

Brennan's Birthday 

This is what we did to Brennan's doorway while he slept.



The boys had a games party.  They ate, and then they played games.


All night.  These two played D&D directly under my bedroom.  All. Night. Long.  But I'm glad they all had fun.


Our Super Bowl Party
(Rufus, who is a far greater football fan than I am, instructs me that it's Super Bowl, not Superbowl, or superbowl.)  It was a Super Bowl.  We won!  And we had a great time watching the game.

But before the kick-off (is that the right term?), we ladies asked Ted to give us the skinny on how football is played.  



"Well," he says, "there are three ways to score..."  We lost him right there.




The Fans




Not everyone watched the game.




And Drew came!  And so did our other friends from California, the Roddys!  Hurrah!



















After everyone left, Hailey taught me how to do the moves from the Cups song.  You know the Cups song right?!  (And did you notice my Seahawks colors?)

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Because Inevitable

I had an interesting email exchange with Rufus today on the subject of the evolution of language, prompted by this article.


Dear Rufus,

I read an interesting article this morning in the Christian Science Monitor, which has a good words/grammar column.  Apparently several dictionaries and societies select a Word of the Year.  Oxford Dictionaries selected "selfie" for 2013.  But the American Dialect Society, the one that really counts, selected "because", used as a preposition.  They said, "This past year, the very old word "because" exploded with new grammatical possibilities,...[such as] tersely worded rationales like 'because science' or 'because reasons'."  I've never heard this use, have you?

Geekily,

Abigail

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Dear Abigail,

Thank you for the interesting word-geek article.  You may be certain that I appreciate this sort of thing as much as you do yourself.

I had heard of the selection of "selfie" as Word of the Year by the Oxford people.  That selection made sense as much as any competing candidate word I might have named myself -- and who am I anyway, to compete with the Oxford Dictionaries staff?

This other word, though, this use of "because," makes no sense whatsoever to me.  I've never encountered it used prepositionally, and even now, having read the examples which you included, I must say that I can think of no proper usage for it.  Perhaps it's a form used in the abominable, nay, execrable, debasement of English common in texting.  If such use of "because" can become a recognized word by virtue of its debasement, then no word is safe, and, as the kids say, anything goes.

I reject this word, because no way.

Absolutely,

Rufus

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Dear Rufus,

I'm laughing at your closing use of the new "because!"  I also have never encountered its use in that way, so perhaps we are both slightly out of touch with the very abbreviated current methodologies.  I have an alternative opinion on the subject, however.

I also agree about the abominable and execrable debasement of English in many respects, yet in many ways I enjoy new adaptations of language.  English is constantly evolving to suit current needs, and in the internet age language is evolving more rapidly than in all of history.  Needs of the moment include brevity, because of the difficulty of keyboarding on small screens, as well as the overall busy-ness of life, and snappy language, because of the desire to be heard amid an overwhelming deluge of communications.  The because-preposition fulfills both these needs: it elimintes a wordy explanation in favor of an eyerolling, all-encompassing, straight-to-the-point rationale.  Your "because no way" suits this exactly.

Shakespeare singlehandedly evolved the language of his day probably more broadly than anyone else has in history.  No doubt he was roundly criticized for it by his contemporaries, but much of his "new" use of language has passed into common parlance.  Such everyday words as "lackluster", "dauntless", "gossip", even "bedroom" are Shakespearean inventions.  Moreover, Shakespeare was often noted for the very change that makes the new "because" so abhorrent; he switched parts of speech.  Nouns became verbs, verbs becamse adjectives, and so on.  Think of "elbow" as a verb, or "hint" as a noun.  Shocking!

We ourselves are guilty of language-abuse in the extreme.  Look at all the variations of "farb" in use among re-enactors.  We've also given "splinching", an already made-up word, a real-life use, and what better purpose can language claim than that? 

I think that words are to writers what paint is to an artist, not something circumscribed and limited, but laden with possibilities for creative expression.  Yet artistic tastes have changed over time.  We no longer consider the dark, iconic paintings of the middle ages to be attractive because they no longer represent what we're thinking about as a society.  So too with language.  New forms of communication suit new forms of thought and expression. 

Not that all evolution in art, or in all language, is good.  Some is really awful.  So what defines a "good" evolution of language?  I think it's about clarity.  Misuse of apostrophes, for instance, leads to confusion.  It doesn't make language sound cute or fresh, just annoying.  (We've just read the chapter on apostrophes in Eats, Shoots & Leaves, by Lynn Truss.)  Appropriate changes in language do just the opposite: they clarify.  Words like "earworm," "lackluster" and "splinch" eliminate the need for tedious explanations and cut right to the heart of an idea, with both simplicity and elegance.

Progression in language can be startling and confusing, and often produces instinctive aversion.  But transforming old language to suit new needs can also be enlightening, refreshing, playful and even exciting.  Isn't it interesting that the very wordsmiths most poised to take advantage of the possibilities inherent in the palette of language are often those who are most resistant to adaptations of words?

Adaptively,

Abigail

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The discussion continues.  What's your opinion, Dear Reader, about the evolution of language?

Saturday, February 1, 2014

A Morbid Curiosity

Did you know that the Los Angeles County Coroner's office has a gift shop?  That's right, and get this: it's called - I kid you not - Skeletons in the Closet.  In fact, you can buy a toe tag for $2.50.  Can't make this stuff up!


Go 'Hawks!

Did I just write that?  "Go 'Hawks"?  Yes, I did.  I'm no sports fan, generally speaking, but  Super Bowl fever has hit around here in a big way.  (I'm told, in my ignorance that it's Super Bowl, not superbowl.)  Apparently this is the first time since, like, 1971 that a Washington team is headed for glory, and absolutely everyone is obsessed with the idea.  Driving into town and back yesterday, I counted no fewer than 30 expressions of Super Bowl excitement, including a guy who's hair was shaved into a Seahawk, and a bridal store with a window full of blue and green dresses!



I'm even having a Super Bowl party over here.  To my thinking, Super Bowl means big bowls full of chips and dip, and I'm all over that.  My friend Beth, who is coming to the party, says she's probably never watched an entire football game in her life, but food and friends make it worthwhile.  My feelings exactly.  So I'm getting into the spirit here.  While I won't be making any blue food (I have a thing about blue food; it's so wrong), I may wear the colors, and I'll probably cheer like crazy.  When I'm not attacking the dip bowl, that is.

Brennan celebrated his birthday last night by having 5 friends over for an all-night game party.  They went to bed at 6:30am!  Our house rang with the sounds of half a dozen teenage boys, and tomorrow it'll ring again with the cheers (or groans, perish the thought), of half a dozen grown men.  I'm declaring Monday "Sound of Silence" day.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

I Found Pretty

A year ago I posted about the difficulty of finding pretty clothes ("Whatever Happened to Pretty?!  December 2012.)  Well, I just went clothes shopping again.  I'm going to a party this weekend, and I want to wear something that's somewhere between jeans and a cocktail dress, you know?  But of course I don't own anything else.  I always seem to discover the woeful state of my wardrobe at Christmas, probably because it's the only time of year I require clothes different from jeans or running tights.  

So I braved a trip to the mall, and nothing's changed in fashion since last year.  I have a choice, it seems, between "slutty" and "old lady," and I don't like either one.  I can choose either a polyester suit in a sensible navy, or a polyester skirt cut up to there in hot pink, or some wild print, or both together, presumably to be worn with a blouse that is nothing more than a few handkerchiefs held together with string.  Really?  Has the entire American retail industry forgotten about everyone between 25 and 65?  (And that's assuming women outside that spread should have to dress like that either.)

I saw jeans that look as though the wearer has been attacked.  I found them almost creepy.  And the colors!  They're the worst, regardless of age.  Oceans of black, lighted occasionally by oatmeal, fatigue, and a washed out mauve that doubtless is the new pink.  The colors even sound unattractive.  No patterns, unless you count the animal prints liberally strewn across all underclothing.

Of course, it is possible I've been watching too much Downton Abbey to make clothes shopping a good idea at present.  





















No comparison.  From the sublime to the ridiculous.























However, I did eventually find some pretty clothes at the mall.  Guess where?  In the men's department.  That's right, the boys get all the pretty clothes now - rows of shirts in rainbow colors, ties with charming floral prints, and soft sweaters in pink and peach, like fuzzy tropical  cocktails.  Oh, when did the world arrive at such a state of gender confusion!  Girls, let's storm the men's department and take back our right to wear pink!  (Apart from the breast cancer awareness campaign, as if there's anyone on the planet that's not aware of it.  I much prefer "save the tatas.")  Let's turn those tattered jeans and too-short skirts into the rags they long to be and return to pretty.  It's not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of femininity, and anyone who's given birth can tell you, there's no weakness in femininity!  










Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Holiday Happenings, Part 3

Yikes!  I haven't written anything in ages.  I was away from my home computer, and then busy getting back to daily post-vacation life.

RIP.  This is my big cast-iron pot.  The one I use at Civil War events all the time.  It had, as my mom would say, "a happening."  Rufus and his wife came to dinner and I filled the pot full.  Suddenly, Karl heard a loud "ptung!" and this huge crack appeared down the side, with dinner rapidly oozing out all over the stove.  I'm so bummed!




We had some lovely snow in December!  I always love the snow, but that's probably because we don't see too much of it.



The Christmas lights along our picket fence looked magical, glowing from under a layer of snow.




Christmas Day.  The kids crawled in bed with us to open stockings.




Brennan got new gloves.



Me and Karen.




The kids with cousin. 


The day after Christmas, we went out for our much-anticipated visit to Ghirardelli Square for ice cream.  Truly, I look forward to my milkshake there all year!




Hailey and Auntie Anita look like twins, don't they?


Claire tackles a big sundae with ease.



Then we got photos in front of the giant tree.



My beautiful children.