After Thanksgiving

On this day after Thanksgiving, I am thankful for having survived the holiday. We spent the day with my in-laws and managed to get through the whole thing with no political beefs. I also finally managed to get my parents on the phone. Having been out of contact with them for a few weeks, I am relieved to know they’re alive and well (though perhaps a little chillier than usual) at their new place in Vermont.

Today is also the day to get serious about Christmas prep. My main goal for the afternoon is to make a list of all the things I have to do (i.e., the bare minimum), plus all the things I want to do (i.e., the extra touches that will make the holidays more fun), as well as the deadline for each item on the list. These days nothing gets done without a list, so making a list is always the first thing on the list ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Dream of Green and Turtles

I met author John Green in a dream last night. He wanted to thank me for tipping him off to that “turtles all the way down” thing. That was quite nice of him, and he was every bit as personable in my dream as he is on his Mental Floss videos. Meanwhile, in real life, I had only recently stumbled across a reference that explains what the turtles are about. That had already had the effect of making me consider reading Turtles All the Way Down. But now that the author has personally paid me a dream visit, I guess I have to read it.

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Greatness

The Story of My Life by Helen Keller

Grade: A

Helen Keller’s The Story of My Life was my 16th book of the year and much to be admired for both its content and its brevity. Keller’s authorial voice was charming, positive, and on nearly every page, a sheer joy to read. I enjoyed the book immensely.

Helen Keller, as almost everyone knows, is renowned for having overcome the dual disabilities of blindness and deafness, which were caused by a severe childhood illness that occurred before she had learned to speak. Most people can probably imagine life without one of those senses, but it’s difficult to imagine how anyone could learn to understand the world without the benefit of either sense. That’s what makes the story of her life so fascinating.

I remember a particular tale about Helen Keller being told to me as a schoolchild. The setting was a well pump. Anne Sullivan, her teacher, poured water over the girl’s hand, then traced the letters W-A-T-E-R into her palm. That was said to be the moment when the light bulb went off in her head and she finally started to understand words.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that story in this book. Far too often as adults we discover that the things we learned in school aren’t quite accurate. But though I’d heard that story before, I don’t think I fully understood until reading it again, in her own words, how amazing she was. It’s impressive enough that she learned to understand words being spelled into her hand. It could not have been easy learning English that way. But she went on to learn many forms of communication, including how to read lips, how to speak intelligibly, and how to read Braille. Then she learned French, German, Latin, and Greek. She also mastered the art of writing. All of this she did by the age of 22, when this book was first published. She became famous around the world as an author, speaker, and activist. (She also became, apparently, quite radical in her politics, which was not mentioned in school or covered within the time frame of this book, but which I am interested in reading more about in the future).

As amazing as Helen Keller was, what I found most remarkable about her story was that she had so many friends and mentors who helped her over the barriers that blindness and deafness had placed in her path. We should all have so much support. If we did, how many more amazing people might our society produce?

Many, many more, I think. And that is the message I have chosen to take from The Story of My Life. Each human being is born into this world with potential, but also with weaknesses and situational difficulties that hinder them from becoming their best possible selves. Giving every child the resources and aid they need ought to be one of the highest goals of our society. The way to make a country great is not, as some people believe, to build a wall around it. The way to make a country great is to fill it with great people, and the way to make great people is to provide every opportunity for greatness to arise within them.

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I Can Do This

I already feel the panic creeping in. Christmas is coming, and I just know I won’t be ready for it. I have so many things to do before the holiday. I’d hardly have enough time if I were on the ball, and I’m not even close to being on the ball. I’m constantly struggling against my own inertia, and not very effectively.

But, as I have to always tell myself, “Just do something!” Even if you can’t do everything, even if you feel like you’re being squashed beneath the weight of your unfinished tasks, you can do one small thing. So all you have to do is pick one small thing and get it done. When you’re done with that one, pick another, and then another. Create a cascade of positive, forward motion. If you’re lucky, it will carry you through some of the bigger, more difficult tasks.

So today I’m going to work on small tasks. I will put in Livia’s book order, fold the laundry, send a few necessary e-mails, wash the hand-washables, make a grocery list, etc. Nothing difficult. Nothing terribly time-consuming. One thing at a time.

My mantra: I can do this.

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About This Day

  • I found out that I had Google Chrome on my computer, so I removed it. I’m pretty sure I’ve done done this before. How many times is this unwanted program going to sneak its way onto my computer?
  • I went to the doctor for my annual check-up. She told me that I’m now like a vintage Audi (i.e., a classic car that’s worth keeping but that needs more maintenance to stay on the road). That’s not exactly how I’d choose to be described.
  • I also got my flu shot. It really hurt! Still does. And I wish that every time I typed the word “flu” it wouldn’t come out as “flue.” I know the difference between the two words. The part of my brain that handles typing doesn’t. I have to correct the spelling every time.
  • In the evening we had our first snow of the season. I was at home, snug and warm. I tried not to chuckle at the people who were struggling to drive up the road. Laugh not lest ye be laughed at. At some point it will be me out there in the snow, and I’m not looking forward to having to display my own rusty snow-driving skills.
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Metaphorically Speaking

I Is an Other: The Secret Life of Metaphor and How It Shapes the Way We See the World by James Geary

Grade: A-

I got off to a rocky start with this book. I think of metaphor as a literary device, which is hardly surprising given my background in literature. But, because I think of it in this relatively narrow way, I was turned off by the broad use to which Geary put the word in this book. He applied it not just to literary metaphors (and similes, which he elegantly defined as “metaphors with the scaffolding still up”), but to pretty much all cases of language and thought in which two things could be compared. I thought that was taking things too far.

I also questioned the validity of some of the psychological studies that he cited. Not only have many studies been called into question or debunked lately, which makes me wary, but I found the results to be difficult to believe. For example, one study supposedly showed that study participants who read a description of a fictitious person judged that person more positively when holding a hot coffee, and more negatively when holding an iced coffee (i.e., a metaphor in which physical warmth = emotional warmth). But how can you prove it’s the hot/cold metaphor driving the results? Couldn’t it just as easily have been low-level physical discomfort making the people grumpy, or dissatisfaction with the coffee itself, or any number of things? In another study, people were said to have more negative opinions of sports teams with dark-colored uniforms vs. those with light-colored uniforms (i.e., a metaphor in which dark = bad). As with the other study, I think it’s a stretch to say that the results were affected by metaphor. And, as my husband pointed out, is there any chance that the author cherry-picked from all available studies and only mentioned those that supported his theory? That’s a good question.

While I felt that some of the studies were questionable, and I wasn’t sure that they were directly related to metaphor, some were potentially useful. For example, it’s good to know how you might use particular images or words to prime people for a particular reaction, if only to be on your guard against others who would manipulate you that way. But I hope the results were overstated, because if people are really as manipulable as this book suggests, then there’s no hope for the human race.

At some point, the book won me over. I can’t say exactly when it happened, but I can tell you what ultimately interested me most. One of the coolest things about metaphor is that it’s both a foundation for our language and part of the way we think. For example, we often say “see” when we mean “understand.” That’s a metaphor. It’s such an old metaphor that we don’t even think of it as one, but you can still “see” the thread (or “ligamen”) that connects the physical act of seeing with the mental act of understanding. I hadn’t realized how pervasive metaphor is in our speech, but according to Geary,

We utter about one metaphor for every ten to twenty-five words, or about six metaphors a minutes.

That’s a lot of metaphors!

But metaphor doesn’t just hide out in our oldest words. It also shows up in everything that’s new to us, including scientific discoveries, because we can only understand within the framework of what we already know. That is, understanding a new thing means comparing it with an old thing. When we’re trying to explain new things to people, we almost always resort to metaphor. For example, I bought some quince this year. I have never eaten quince before. If someone were to try to describe quince to me, they’d inevitably fall back on comparison (“It looks sort of like . . . and it tastes similar to . . . and the texture is reminiscent of . . . “).

Geary also talked about how people tend to categorize items. He used a study as an example.

Tversky presented adults with the names of four different countries and asked them to sort the countries into pairs that were most similar. Given the set Austria, Sweden, Poland, and Hungary, for example, subjects tended to group Austria with Sweden (two Western European countries) and Poland with Hungary (two Eastern European countries).

But when Tversky substituted “Norway” for “Poland,” he got a different answer. Given the set Austria, Sweden, Norway and Hungary, subjects tended to group Sweden with Norway (two Nordic countries) and Austria with Hungary (two Central European countries). In psychology, this shift in context is known as framing . . .

So the way a question is framed—which alternatives are offered, which words are chosen to describe those alternatives, and which associated commonplaces those alternates evoke—-has a powerful effect on which answer people give.

What use this knowledge can be put to on a personal level, I’m not sure. I haven’t had a chance yet to apply my brain to it. One of the difficulties that I encounter in reading nonfiction is that my chosen reading time is late at night, right before bed. That’s not a good time for deep thought. But I feel certain that this idea of framing is important, and I will probably be chewing on it, metaphorically speaking, for some time to come.

Initially I gave I is an Other a B+ grade, but I’ve since raised it to an A-. Though I had my issues with certain aspects of the book, it contained enough food for thought that I deliberately kept it past its due date. A book that’s worth paying a fine for ought to get an A-level grade.

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Reading in November

Currently reading:

  1. Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl: a Gothic fantasy set in the American South. I decided to read this book after watching (and enjoying) the movie that was based on it.
  2. The Know-It-All by A.J. Jacobs: a memoir about the author’s attempt to read the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica from A to Z. I have a fondness for books whose subjects are arranged in alphabetical order.

Looking ahead, I doubt that I’ll reach my goal of reading 52 books for the year. I’ve finished 39 so far, though, and that’s more than I read in any one of the last three years. So, I’m just going to call this year’s number (whatever it turns out to be) an improvement and leave it at that.

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We’re All Adults

When it comes to my kids’ teachers, I always want to call them Ms. So-And-So, just as my kids do. However, I make a point of using their first names. I’m an adult, and that’s how adults address one another. That’s what I keep telling myself. But somehow it still makes me feel as if I were 40 years younger and very naughty.

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So Relieved

This morning, on the Facebook page that’s just for parents in my town, someone posted an opinion piece from the local newspaper. The piece was written by a local mother whose opinion is that the children of “H1-B1” workers from India are ruining her son’s education. It was wrong in just about every way. I was steaming about it all morning, and so was my husband.

I started to draft a rebuttal, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I don’t want to antagonize any of my neighbors, but at the same time, I couldn’t just let that kind of naked bigotry pass. Luckily for me, by the time I checked back on the post, many of my neighbors had already stated on no uncertain terms that they don’t agree with bigotry or hate speech. One of them said that she’d already sent a rebuttal to the paper.

Whew! I was so relieved. I still had my own obligation to speak out, which I discharged by voting up their comments and thanking them for their wonderful messages of inclusion and tolerance. But what really made me feel relieved was knowing that there are still plenty of decent people around, and today I’m feeling just a little bit more optimistic about the future of the human race.

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Learning Isn’t Always Pleasant

I haven’t had much time for perusing The New York Times lately. That’s too bad, because there are so many things to learn from it. Not only are the articles interesting, but it often offers up words that I’ve never heard before. For example, the 4/1/18 issue contained “hermeneutic” (a noun that means “a method of interpretation”).

On the other hand, not all of these learning experiences are pleasant. For example, the 3/25/18 edition contained an article called “How to Clean Money,” in which writer Malia Wollan used the word “palimpsest” (a noun meaning “a piece of writing material that gets used again after the old writing has been erased”). I’d heard the word before, but I couldn’t remember what it meant. I felt compelled to look it up, and that’s good, because I learned something.

But I learned more than I wanted to know. The author used the word in an icky context, which I’m going to share, because misery loves company.

At the microscopic level, because cash is so highly trafficked, it becomes a sort of palimpsest that records all the hands and back pockets and piggy banks it has passed through, accreting a kind of monetary microbiome. A study of $1 bills in New York identified a total of 397 bacterial species. Swiss researchers discovered that when they smeared bills with mucus from children with the flu, the virus lived for up to 12 days.

Ew. I already knew that money was covered with germs. The mucus part was extra gross, though, and I’m not sure knowing the lifespan of flu virus is a helpful thing. It just makes me want to avoid touching anything that might have come into contact with children, which is especially difficult if you have children!

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