Cuteness by the light of the Christmas tree

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Happyness

Hello. Charlie here.



I just wanted to tell you I am a happy dog! I went outside this morning and when I came back in, my bed was here! The big blue one the hoomins call the futon was in the room so I can sleep on it. And, there is more room for me to walk on the rug! Now I don't have to chance sliding on the floor as much. Happyness.

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Sleepy Pug Mug

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Pug blanket

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Dogpile Wednesday

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Measuring Up

Every year when my birthday comes around, I have to admit that I am as excited as I was when I was a kid. Not because I am a year older (we can COMPLETELY forget about that!) but because it's the one time per year when I pamper myself and do something, or maybe even a whole day, of things just for me or what I choose. Last year I played hookie from school in the afternoon (and took the girls too!) and went to the city to get Allen's truck fixed with celebration fun afterward. That little pleasure of not being in school added the special kick to the day. This year, since I am unemployed at the moment, I am going to spend the day doing stuff that I like to do but don't very often. I'm going to get my hair cut (YAY!), do some browsing and a smidge of shopping, and have a lunch date with my favorite guy. Then later spend the evening with my family having fun. I know it is simple, but honestly, I like it that way.

This morning I woke up and thought about my parents and how their lives were when they were my age. I hadn't done this in a while, so I was a little surprised when I did the math. When they were the age I'll be tomorrow, it was 1989. I was a sophomore in high school. Wow! That came about fast! Why is it that our parents seem older to us then they really are? I just sit here and wonder if they felt as young as I do, that there is so much more to do? They had to. They were always busy, worked hard, and lived happy. They have always been the standard that I look to for examples. As another year passes, I think I'm measuring up.


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Wordless Charlie Wednesday

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Almost Wordless Wednesday

How Lauren's morning began.

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Long, Flowing Hair

The girls have just recently begun an interest in fixing their hair. They have always liked bows, but it was just clip-it-in-as-we-walk-out-the-door kinda thing. This year I find my girls putting their hair up, putting in a bow, and making sure they have a band before they leave for school. It's nice. Now when they get to the point of wanting to curl or straighten in the morning, that will take getting used to. We were playing around the other night and this is what we did:











Lauren has learned that if we french braid her hair the night before it is all wavy and pretty when she wakes up. My braiding skills are being used once again.

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Wordless Wednesday

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Self Portrait

Sidewalk chalk has always been a staple at our house. We love to draw pictures of each other and whatever the girls fancy. One of our favorite things to do is to trace the outline of ourselves then decorate. Lauren did just that this week. She decided to "trick herself out" and add some extras:



--rocket booster flip flops
--blue fairy wings
--super long purple nails
--giant orange bow
--and the best one of all--huge disco hair!!!

It was so big she could lay in it.



Creativity at it's best!!

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Wordless Wednesday

Saturn V

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Wordless Wednesday

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Cheese Stuffed Chicken

This is one of my Mom's famous recipes. It is the only thing she showed me how to make before Allen and I got married. Enjoy!

Ingredients:
4 slices Monterey Jack cheese (3x1 inches)
1 tsp. Snipped parsley
1/2 tsp. Instant chicken bouillon
1 egg, beaten
2 tsp. Grated Parmesan
2 tbsp. Flour
2 8oz. WHOLE chicken breasts
2 tbsp. Oil

Preheat oven to 375. Wash meat and pat dry. Slice pocket in thickest part of chicken and slide cheese in. Mix parsley, Parmesan, bouillon, and egg; put in pie pan. Put flour in another pan. Coat chicken in flour then egg mixture. Brown in oil in skillet for 2-3 minutes on each side. place in baking pan; bake for 8-10 minutes. Serves 4.

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Wordless Wednesday

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Time Passages

Today is another one of those days that marks the passage of time. Not only for the girls, but for me too. Anna left the elementary school set and forged into middle school without a hitch, including switching classes and having six teachers. Lauren walked with me into a new school, bravely facing a whole new environment, people, riding the bus, and not having Mom on the premises. She was apprehensive but got through it with a little extra love from the faculty.

As for me, I now know what just about every parent feels like dropping their child off at school with people they don't know. I was a bucket of emotions--wanting them to fly and do well, worrying that they didn't, and anxiously awaiting their return. Waiting for them to get home was the hardest. I've thought about my mom through this process and wondered if this is what she felt like with us girls. I'm sure it had to be. Above all, I am so very proud of my daughters. They are such fabulous girls!

I had dreamed of this day for a long time, being a stay at home mom. Even though that is not exactly what I want to be doing at this point, here I am. I did do a couple of things to enjoy the day. I stopped by Starbucks on the way home through town (I got locked out of the house so I had to get Allen's key--graceful, I know), and I enjoyed a little bit of the morning outside swinging. The rest of the day was filled with chores and that I-don't-know-what-to-do-by-myself feeling. By the time the girls got home, the dogs and I were so ready to see them. I hope they felt the same way.

Happy First Day of School!


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Wordless Wednesday

I thought I'd try this for awhile--a fun pic every Wednesday. Enjoy!


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The Jack Lamp

I wanted to make something for Allen with his empty Jack Daniel's bottle. I love how the bottles look--the contrast on the label, with the simplicity but fanciness of it. So I thought about it for a while, and voila! the idea came. A lamp! I wasn't too fond of the lamp he was using at the time and wanted to do something we would both like. So here's how I did it:

First, I assembled the things I would need.
I went to Lowe's and found a bottle lamp kit .
I already had the bottle (1.75 liter)
I used the lamp shade we had, and then
I went to Michael's and got oval glass marbles that were the color of whiskey (about 5 bags).

I filled the bottle with the marbles to give it some weight, and to make it look full. Then I followed the directions on the lamp kit package. I assembled the main screw into the cork I needed to fit my bottle, put the cap then the bottom of the switch housing on it. Then I had to put the correct wire on the screws and tighten them for good connectivity. (I thought that was the hardest part) All that was left after that was put the top of the switch housing on and put it in the bottle. The cork was a tight fit, but there was some movement when you would turn on and off the light. That wouldn't do, so I got out my trusty hot glue gun and put some glue right around the top of the cork and put it back in. Worked like a charm! Now Allen has a cool lamp we both like.

A Daughter's Prayer...from a Dear Friend and Tina Fey

"First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half... Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called 'Hell Drop,''Tower of Torture,' or 'The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,' and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age... Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short... O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers... And when she one day turns on me and calls me a B in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Sh%^&t. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. 'My mother did this for me once,' she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. 'My mother did this for me.' And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen." - from BossyPants, by Tina Fey

LOVE IT!

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Crayola hearts

A couple of years ago I read in Family Fun about how to make crayon heart valentines. We made them for Anna and Lauren's classes, as well as mine. They were a hit!

When we moved, the girls found the molds. Since it is summer and we like to do things on the cheap, we made some for ourselves. First, the girls peeled the paper off of the colors they wanted to use and broke them in pieces.



They arranged the pieces in the mold, and then we put it in a 250 degree oven. I don't exactly know how long it was, since we watched it. I'm guessing around ten minutes. We pulled them out when they were completely melted.






We let them cool completely and popped them out. That was the hardest part of the whole process! And now, the girls have their own custom crayons.



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Sweet Home Alabama

After 17 hours on the road, our family is complete once more. The trip was long, but it went smoothly. The beginning was difficult--I learned to persevere and the girls and I triumphed over the cargo bag. Lauren sat on the roof of my expedition to help me get the straps tied on.



Once we got going, it went well. We were packed in like sardines, especially the girls and dogs in the back seat. There were a few times I looked back and saw Charlie laying on both girls, since it was the only place for him.



We were welcomed with love. It's good to be with family. Larry and Stacy have been gracious enough to help us and let us stay with them. Allen is much happier to have us with him. Now we have a storage unit to put all our stuff in, and we are looking for somewhere to live. Since the tornados, it is somewhat difficult to find these things. Still, we are slowly making the adjustment and I think we will thrive here once we get settled.

Something fun is watching all six dogs in the back yard. The pugs were a little scared of Max in the beginning, but they are doing better. So far, things are coming along.


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Countdown to Alabama: Day 1

Today is the beginning. Allen left this morning around six, arriving in Ardmore about 8ish tonight. It was hard on all of us to see him go. Today consisted of packing, grocery shopping (it's very difficult to buy things that do not require any cooking), and relaxing. It was the first day of summer for me, and I can't help not celebrating a little. I did a walk through with the movers and was amazed of how much stuff we have. We got rid of a ton of things already.

This weekend we will finish the packing, and hopefully have a little playtime too. Happy Memorial Day!


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Countdown to Alabama: Day 2

Now since things have changed, the pace at the Law household has slowed down a smidge. Today was my last day at school, and Lauren's birthday. I got checked out a little before 5, came home and helped Allen finish up the trailer. Today he has done the little odds and ends that needed to be done. This weekend I'll finish up the packing so we will be ready on Tuesday.


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Countdown to Alabama: Day 3

Isn't it interesting how things change so fast? Within a week our lives went topsy-turvy and now the plan changes again. The movers called this evening and said they weren't coming tomorrow, but next Tuesday. That made us rethink how we were moving. We both thought it was wise that one of us was there for them, so now the girls and I are staying to oversee the main event. That gave us a little more wiggle room to get things done. So we stopped work early and took a little breather tonight. Then it will be go, go, go tomorrow!

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Countdown to Alabama: Day 4

This post comes after the fact. Yesterday, Tuesday, day 4, was one of the craziest days yet. It was the last day of school for the girls and I. It was sad to say goodbye to everyone. We (the faculty) had a little celebration after school to celebrate the year. It was lots of fun to just visit. Then the tornados began wreaking havoc on Oklahoma. Thankfully none of our friends and family were hurt, so that was a blessing. Those days are hard ones, because there is uncertainty and danger, and you never know where the next storm will pop up.

We were packing fools. There are more boxes than we can count, and things are beginning to shape up, even though it was pretty bleak last night. We packed until 1:30 am, when we completely faded. Another day down.


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Countdown to Alabama: Day 5

Today was field day. The kids had a wonderful time playing outside, getting wet, bouncing on the blow up toys, and hugging me with their wet selves. As for me, I had two meetings, the always present paperwork, and 300 balloons to tie and launch, with help from my dear orange-shirted friends. What a day!! Now on to packing the kitchen. From balloons to bubble wrap I go.


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Countdown to Alabama: Day 6

Today is not unlike any other in the Law household these past weeks, except that it is 5 days until the movers are ringing our doorbell, and six days until we hook the trailer up, load the girls, dogs, and plants and head to Huntsville.

Today we had the pleasure of going to church and then seeing our dear friends one more time. There were lots of long faces on the Posse members today. Skype is going to be a Godsend later on. The girls are learning that goodbye for now is difficult.

When we got home, we started the major packing push in Anna's room. Anna is learning what the difference between "needs" and "wants" are. She was trying to leave everything in her vanity out to take with her for the week before the movers get there. Once she realized that it'll all get there eventually, it got better. A couple more boxes in Ann's room and she'll be done. Then on to Lauren's room. I think Lauren has a little better grasp of the situation, or it hasn't hit yet. We'll see which it is in a few days. As for me, it is apparent every minute. So much to do!


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Things...just things.

Now that the school year is coming to an end, and another chapter in our lives is closing, it is making me think. What have I learned so far? Have I accomplished what I was intended to do? Heavy questions, I know, especially when I should be asleep.

There have been quite a few events that have defined me. They have changed how I view the world and I have learned life lessons from all of them. Some of the things I have learned are that God only gives you what you can handle. If it feels like you can't stand up under it, rely on Him to take care of it and you, to stretch you to where He needs you to be. Yes, it will probably be trying, and maybe even painful, but you will grow and learn. Something else I've learned is that you have to look for the good in life, especially in the dark days. The good days are filled with it--love, laughter, happiness. But when you find the glimmer of good in those hard days, it is all the more sweet and precious. It reminds you why you persevere.

Another thing I've learned is to say what you need to say. If it is important, do it right away. You might never get the opportunity to do it again. If you wait, it becomes more difficult and might lose it's effectiveness. I think about my parents often. The last thing I said to both of them was that I loved them. With Mom it was right at the end, and I had this overwhelming urge to blurt it out--it was almost like a voice in my head yelling, "Say it! Say it now!" and I did. I would have regretted that moment for the rest of my life if I hadn't said what I needed to say.

I think I am on my way to accomplishing what I was meant to do. I know that teaching is my calling. I've known that for a long time, but now I'm beginning to think there's more to it than that. Teaching is a very important task. Not just the education part of it, but the human part of it too. There have been days that learning math and reading have gone to the wayside, and just simple caring has been the priority. People need to be nurtured, to be loved, and listened to. They need to know that there is someone who is willing to be there for them, and that they matter. When I taught preschool this wasn't a priority as much, because they were still babies. School age children is a different ball game. They all needed love and acceptance, but sometimes the school age children didn't get that from home. School was the only place they got that. It is a big job, a big responsibility, to be the teacher and the emotional caregiver as well. I hope that I have helped them in some way or another. I'm beginning to think caring is my calling.


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Rethinking Stuff!!

I was doing some reading about de-cluttering, and I stumbled upon this article.  This is an excerpt from "The Last Veridian Note" by Bruce Sterling.  I am still researching Viridian, but what Mr. Sterling said made a lot of sense.  As far as I can tell, it is an art design movement.  Over the summer I am going to strive to look at things practically, because I know I can be way too sentimental about things, and being a teacher I tend to pack rat certain things.  I am determined to change this way of thinking.  -MRL

My design book SHAPING THINGS, which is very Viridian without coughing up that fact in a hairball, talks a lot about material objects as frozen social relationships within space and time. This conceptual approach may sound peculiar and alien, but it can be re-phrased in a simpler way.

What is "sustainability?" Sustainable practices navigate successfully through time and space, while others crack up and vanish. So basically, the sustainable is about time – time and space. You need to re-think your relationship to material possessions in terms of things that occupy your time. The things that are physically closest to you. Time and space.

In earlier, less technically advanced eras, this approach would have been far-fetched. Material goods were inherently difficult to produce, find, and ship. They were rare and precious. They were closely associated with social prestige. Without important material signifiers such as wedding china, family silver, portraits, a coach-house, a trousseau and so forth, you were advertising your lack of substance to your neighbors. If you failed to surround yourself with a thick material barrier, you were inviting social abuse and possible police suspicion. So it made pragmatic sense to cling to heirlooms, renew all major purchases promptly, and visibly keep up with the Joneses.

That era is dying. It's not only dying, but the assumptions behind that form of material culture are very dangerous. These objects can no longer protect you from want, from humiliation – in fact they are causes of humiliation, as anyone with a McMansion crammed with Chinese-made goods and an unsellable SUV has now learned at great cost.

Furthermore, many of these objects can damage you personally. The hours you waste stumbling over your piled debris, picking, washing, storing, re-storing, those are hours and spaces that you will never get back in a mortal lifetime. Basically, you have to curate these goods: heat them, cool them, protect them from humidity and vermin. Every moment you devote to them is lost to your children, your friends, your society, yourself.

It's not bad to own fine things that you like. What you need are things that you GENUINELY like. Things that you cherish, that enhance your existence in the world. The rest is dross.

Do not "economize." Please. That is not the point. The economy is clearly insane. Even its champions are terrified by it now. It's melting the North Pole. So "economization" is not your friend. Cheapness can be value-less. Voluntary simplicity is, furthermore, boring. Less can become too much work.

The items that you use incessantly, the items you employ every day, the normal, boring goods that don't seem luxurious or romantic: these are the critical ones. They are truly central. The everyday object is the monarch of all objects. It's in your time most, it's in your space most. It is "where it is at," and it is "what is going on."

It takes a while to get this through your head, because it's the opposite of the legendry of shopping. However: the things that you use every day should be the best-designed things you can get. For instance, you cannot possibly spend too much money on a bed – (assuming you have a regular bed, which in point of fact I do not). You're spending a third of your lifetime in a bed. Your bed might be sagging, ugly, groaning and infested with dust mites, because you are used to that situation and cannot see it. That calamity might escape your conscious notice. See it. Replace it.

Sell – even give away– anything you never use. Fancy ball gowns, tuxedos, beautiful shoes wrapped in bubblepak that you never wear, useless Christmas gifts from well-meaning relatives, junk that you inherited. Sell that stuff. Take the money, get a real bed. Get radically improved everyday things.

The same goes for a working chair. Notice it. Take action. Bad chairs can seriously injure you from repetitive stresses. Get a decent ergonomic chair. Someone may accuse you of "indulging yourself" because you possess a chair that functions properly. This guy is a reactionary. He is useless to futurity. Listen carefully to whatever else he says, and do the opposite. You will benefit greatly.

Expensive clothing is generally designed to make you look like an aristocrat who can afford couture. Unless you are a celebrity on professional display, forget this consumer theatricality. You should buy relatively-expensive clothing that is ergonomic, high-performance and sturdy.

Anything placed next to your skin for long periods is of high priority. Shoes are notorious sources of pain and stress and subjected to great mechanical wear. You really need to work on selecting these – yes, on "shopping for shoes." You should spend more time on shoes than you do on cars, unless you're in a car during pretty much every waking moment. In which case, God help you.

I strongly recommend that you carry a multitool. There are dozens of species of these remarkable devices now, and for good reason. Do not show them off in a beltpack, because this marks you as a poorly-socialized geek. Keep your multitool hidden in the same discreet way that you would any other set of keys.

That's because a multitool IS a set of keys. It's a set of possible creative interventions in your immediate material environment. That is why you want a multitool. They are empowering.

A multitool changes your perceptions of the world. Since you lack your previous untooled learned-helplessness, you will slowly find yourself becoming more capable and more observant. If you have pocket-scissors, you will notice loose threads; if you have a small knife you will notice bad packaging; if you have a file you will notice flashing, metallic burrs, and bad joinery. If you have tweezers you can help injured children, while if you have a pen, you will take notes. Tools in your space, saving your time. A multitool is a design education.

As a further important development, you will become known to your friends and colleagues as someone who is capable, useful and resourceful, rather than someone who is helpless, frustrated and visibly lacking in options. You should aspire to this better condition.

Do not lug around an enormous toolchest or a full set of post-earthquake gear unless you are Stewart Brand. Furthermore, unless you are a professional emergency worker, you can abstain from post-apocalyptic "bug-out bags" and omnicompetent heaps of survivalist rations. Do not stock the fort with tiresome, life-consuming, freeze-dried everything, unless you can clearly sense the visible approach of some massive, non-theoretical civil disorder. The clearest way to know that one of these is coming is that the rich people have left your area. If that's the case, then, sure, go befriend the police and prepare to knuckle down.

Now to confront the possessions you already have. This will require serious design work, and this will be painful. It is a good idea to get a friend or several friends to help you.

You will need to divide your current possessions into four major categories.

1. Beautiful things.
2. Emotionally important things.
3. Tools, devices, and appliances that efficiently perform a useful function.
4. Everything else.

"Everything else" will be by far the largest category. Anything you have not touched, or seen, or thought about in a year – this very likely belongs in "everything else."

You should document these things. Take their pictures, their identifying makers' marks, barcodes, whatever, so that you can get them off eBay or Amazon if, for some weird reason, you ever need them again. Store those digital pictures somewhere safe – along with all your other increasingly valuable, life-central digital data. Back them up both onsite and offsite.

Then remove them from your time and space. "Everything else" should not be in your immediate environment, sucking up your energy and reducing your opportunities. It should become a fond memory, or become reduced to data.

It may belong to you, but it does not belong with you. You weren't born with it. You won't be buried with it. It needs to be out of the space-time vicinity. You are not its archivist or quartermaster. Stop serving that unpaid role.

Beautiful things are important. If they're truly beautiful, they should be so beautiful that you are showing them to people. They should be on display: you should be sharing their beauty with others. Your pride in these things should enhance your life, your sense of taste and perhaps your social standing.

They're not really that beautiful? Then they're not really beautiful. Take a picture of them, tag them, remove them elsewhere.

Emotionally important things. All of us have sentimental keepsakes that we can't bear to part with. We also have many other objects which simply provoke a panicky sense of potential loss – they don't help us to establish who we are, or to become the person we want to be. They subject us to emotional blackmail.

Is this keepsake so very important that you would want to share its story with your friends, your children, your grandchildren? Or are you just using this clutter as emotional insulation, so as to protect yourself from knowing yourself better?

Think about that. Take a picture. You might want to write the story down. Then – yes – away with it.

You are not "losing things" by these acts of material hygiene. You are gaining time, health, light and space. Also, the basic quality of your daily life will certainly soar. Because the benefits of good design will accrue to you where they matter – in the everyday.

Not in Oz or in some museum vitrine. In the every day. For sustainability, it is every day that matters. Not green Manhattan Projects, green moon shots, green New Years' resolutions, or wild scifi speculations. Those are for dabblers and amateurs. The sustainable is about the every day.

Now for category three, tools and appliances. They're not beautiful and you are not emotionally attached to them. So they should be held to keen technical standards.

Is your home a museum? Do you have curatorial skills? If not, then entropy is attacking everything in there. Stuff breaks, ages, rusts, wears out, decays. Entropy is an inherent property of time and space. Understand this fact. Expect this. The laws of physics are all right, they should not provoke anguished spasms of denial.

You will be told that you should "make do" with broken or semi-broken tools, devices and appliances. Unless you are in prison or genuinely crushed by poverty, do not do this. This advice is wicked.

This material culture of today is not sustainable. Most of the things you own are almost certainly made to 20th century standards, which are very bad. If we stick with the malignant possessions we already have, through some hairshirt notion of thrift, then we are going to be baling seawater. This will not do.

You should be planning, expecting, desiring to live among material surroundings created, manufactured, distributed, through radically different methods from today's. It is your moral duty to aid this transformative process. This means you should encourage the best industrial design.

Get excellent tools and appliances. Not a hundred bad, cheap, easy ones. Get the genuinely good ones. Work at it. Pay some attention here, do not neglect the issue by imagining yourself to be serenely "non-materialistic." There is nothing more "materialistic" than doing the same household job five times because your tools suck. Do not allow yourself to be trapped in time-sucking black holes of mechanical dysfunction. That is not civilized.

Now for a brief homily on tools and appliances of especial Viridian interest: the experimental ones. The world is full of complicated, time-sucking, partially-functional beta-rollout gizmos. Some are fun to mess with; fun in life is important. Others are whimsical; whimsy is okay. Eagerly collecting semifunctional gadgets because they are shiny-shiny, this activity is not the worst thing in the world. However, it can become a vice. If you are going to wrangle with unstable, poorly-defined, avant-garde tech objects, then you really need to wrangle them. Get good at doing it.

Good experiments are well-designed experiments. Real experiments need a theory. They need something to prove or disprove. Experiments need to be slotted into some larger context of research, and their results need to be communicated to other practitioners. That's what makes them true "experiments" instead of private fetishes.

If you're buying weird tech gizmos, you need to know what you are trying to prove by that. You also need to tell other people useful things about it. If you are truly experimenting, then you are doing something praiseworthy. You may be wasting some space and time, but you'll be saving space and time for others less adventurous. Good.

If you're becoming a techie magpie packrat who never leaves your couch – that's not good. Forget the shiny gadget. You need to look in the shiny mirror.

So. This approach seems to be working for me. More or less. I'm not urging you to do any of this right away. Do not jump up from the screen right now and go reform your entire material circumstances. That resolve will not last. Because it's not sustainable.

Instead, I am urging you to think hard about it. Tuck it into the back of your mind. Contemplate it. The day is going to come, it will come, when you suddenly find your comfortable habits disrupted.

That could be a new job, a transfer to a new city, a marriage, the birth or departure of a child. It could be a death in the family: we are mortal, they happen. Moments like these are part of the human condition. Suddenly you will find yourself facing a yawning door and a whole bunch of empty boxes. That is the moment in which you should launch this sudden, much-considered coup. Seize that moment on the barricades, liberate yourself, and establish a new and sustainable constitution.

But – you may well ask – what if I backslide into the ancien regime? Well, there is a form of hygiene workable here as well. Every time you move some new object into your time and space – buy it, receive it as a gift, inherit it, whatever – remove some equivalent object.

That discipline is not as hard as it sounds. As the design of your immediate surroundings improves, it'll become obvious to you that more and more of these time-sucking barnacles are just not up to your standards. They're ugly, or they're broken, or they're obsolete, or they are visible emblems of nasty, uncivilized material processes.

Their blissful absence from your life makes new time and space for something better for you – and for the changed world you want to live to see.

So: that summarizes it. Forgive the Pope-Emperor this last comprehensive sermon; it is what I learned by doing all this, and you won't be troubled henceforth.

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The Last Viridian Note

Books, books, books!

As we were hanging out this evening (yay for the weekend!), I decided to look at our library. I have got a nice selection! I was standing on the fireplace looking at all my books and I became very excited because I have so much to read. I love the rush when you look at titles and think, "I can't wait to read that one again!" I am ALREADY planning the summer reading list. That makes me grin from ear to ear.


My new reading dilemma is my iPad. I am really getting into reading e-books. Then I always have a book with me, because I never leave the house without my iPad. But there is something to be said about reading a physical book. The way the paper feels when you turn the page, how it feels to hold the book in your hands, and the smell of a book is part of the experience too. I'm getting to the point that if I already have a book by that author and I want the set, I'll buy the book. But if it is something new, e-book is for me! (BTW, I never thought I'd get to that point. That's how much I love my 'Pad.)

However I decide to read, I will enjoy it immensely. Happy reading!


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Nine Things that will Change in Our Lifetime

I got this in an e-mail this week from a friend.  It is so true.

1. The  Post Office.  Get ready to imagine a world without the post office.  They are so deeply in financial trouble that there is probably no way to sustain it long term.  Email, Fed Ex, and UPS have just about wiped out the minimum revenue needed to keep the post office alive.  Most of your mail every day is junk mail and bills.

2. The Check.    Britain is already laying the groundwork to do away with checks by 2018.  It costs the financial system billions of dollars a year to  process checks.  Plastic cards and  online transactions will lead to the eventual demise of the check.  This plays right into the death of the post office.  If you never paid your bills by mail and never received them by mail, the post office would absolutely go out of business.

3. The  Newspaper.  The younger generation simply doesn't read the newspaper.  They certainly don't subscribe to a daily delivered print edition.  That may go the way of the milkman and the laundry man.  As for reading the paper online, get ready to pay for it.  The rise in mobile Internet devices and e-readers has caused all the newspaper and magazine publishers to form an alliance.  They have met with Apple, Amazon, and the major cell phone companies to develop a model for paid subscription services.

4. The Book.  You say you will never give up the physical book that you hold in your hand and turn the literal pages.  I said the same thing about downloading music fromiTunes.  I wanted my hard copy CD.  But I quickly changed my mind when I discovered that I could get albums for half the price without ever leaving home to get the latest music.  The same thing will happen with books.  You can browse a bookstore online and even read a preview chapter before you buy.  And the price is less than half that of a real book.  And think of the  convenience!  Once you start flicking your fingers on the screen instead of the book, you find that you are lost in the story, can't wait to see what happens next, and you forget that you're holding a gadget instead of a book.

5. The Land Line Telephone.  Unless you have a large family and make a lot  of local calls, you don't need it anymore.  Most people keep it simply because they've always had it.  But you are paying double charges for that extra  service.  All the cell phone companies will let you call customers using the same cell provider for no charge against your minutes.

6. Music.  This is one of the saddest parts of the change story.  The music industry is dying a slow death.  Not just because of illegal downloading.  It's the lack of innovative new music being given a chance to get to the people who would like to hear it.  Greed and  corruption is the problem.  The record labels and the radio conglomerates are simply self-destructing.  Over 40% of the music purchased today is "catalog items," meaning traditional music that the public is familiar with.  Older established artists.  This is also true on the live concert circuit.  To explore this fascinating and disturbing topic further, check out the book,  "Appetite for Self-Destruction" by Steve Knopper, and the video documentary, "Before the Music Dies."
**I don't know if I quite agree with that one.  The rest I can eventually see happening. -MRL**

7. Television.  Revenues to the networks are down dramatically.  Not just because of the economy.  People are watching TV and movies streamed from their computers.  And they're playing games and doing lots of other things that take up the time that used to be spent watching TV.  Prime time shows have degenerated down to lower than the lowest common denominator.  Cable rates are skyrocketing and commercials run about every 4 minutes and 30 seconds.  I say good riddance to most of it.  It's time for the cable companies to be put out of our misery.  Let the people choose what they want to watch online and through Netflix.

8. The "Things" That You Own.  Many of the very possessions that we used to own are still in our lives, but we may not actually own them in the future.  They may simply reside in "the cloud."  Today your computer has a hard drive and you store your pictures, music, movies, and documents.  Your software is
on a CD or DVD, and you can always re-install it if need be.  But all of that is changing.  Apple, Microsoft, and Google are all finishing up their latest "cloud services."  That means that when you turn on a computer, the Internet will be built into the operating system.  So, Windows, Google, and the Mac OS will be tied straight into the Internet.  If you click an icon, it will open something in the Internet cloud.  If you save something, it will be saved to the cloud.  And you may pay a monthly  subscription fee to the cloud provider.  In this virtual world, you can access your music or your books, or your whatever from any laptop or handheld  device.  That's the good news. But, will you actually own any of this "stuff" or will it all
be able to disappear at any moment in a big "Poof?"  Will most of the things in our lives be disposable and whimsical?  It makes you want to run to the closet and pull out that photo album, grab a book from the shelf, or open up a CD case and pull out the insert.

9. Privacy.  If there ever was a concept that we can look back on nostalgically, it would be privacy. That's gone.  It's been gone for a long time anyway.  There are cameras on the street, in most of the buildings, and even built into your computer and cell phone.  But you can be sure that 24/7, "They" know who you are and where you are, right down to the GPS coordinates, and the Google Street View.  If you buy something, your habit is put into a  zillion profiles, and your ads will change to reflect those
habits.  And "They" will try to get you to buy something else.  Again and again.

All we will have that can't be changed are Memories.

Soothing the Savage Teacher

This year has been a trying year.  It's not the students or who I work with, but the situations presented.  I can't really put my finger on something exactly, just various things that happen on a daily basis.  It's really kinda weird. I'm glad I have my family and my dear friends at school to lean on regularly.  Once I get caught up after school, I go home to take a breather.  These days it's getting harder to find relaxing things. Today is one of those days that I need lots of distraction.  Here's a list of things that I love:

• Allen, Anna, and Lauren Lou hugs
• Dog kisses a.k.a. Pug/Charlie therapy
• Good music (Five-star-rated iTunes is best)
• A book I can't put down
• A Netflix surprise
• Quiet (for those really yucky days)
• Fuzzy slippers, comfy clothes (a must every night)
• Geeking out on the computer

Now you know.  So if I talk to you in a panic, tell me to go read my blog.