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BertVille: July 2006

Monday, July 31, 2006

Woof?

I'm allergic to chocolate. Yes, it's true. I acquired this allergy at the ripe age of 28, so I definitely know what I'm missing. It might seem a fate worse than death to some, but I've come to terms with it... sort of.

Recently, I've been on a search for carob sweets. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that there are entire businesses dedicated to delicious carob sweets for dogs!

Holy crap. Yum. I totally want some.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

A Codependent's Struggle

Recently, I started using an online streaming radio service called Pandora, which allows me to list a song or artist from which to start my own station. Then, the site finds music with similar qualities and plays new music for me all the time. I can give each song a "thumbs up" or "thumbs down" by clicking on a small box near the artist/song title. It's truly a great system, and I use it often.

The only problem is, when you click on "thumbs down", the site puts up a dialogue box that says something like, "We're sorry you didn't like that song. We will choose something else for you and never play that song again."

This makes me feel bad for the site. It's trying so hard, and I keep rejecting its gift of songs that it's chosen just for me. So, what ends up happening is that I make a station with a bunch of stuff I don't really like very much. Then, I have to delete it and start over... which doesn't hurt the site's feelings as much. I know because it doesn't berate itself after I've deleted the station and started anew.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Hot Town...

...summer in the city.

The entire country seems to be melting like a Jello mold left out of the refrigerator for too long. My fair city, however, remains breezy and temperate, despite the (atypical for this time of year) sunshine. I'm not saying that global warming is not a terrible thing, but it sure is nice to not have fog this summer. Does that make me evil?

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Things I Don't Understand

* why watching a truck with big tires run over a lot of littler trucks is so much fun.
* trigonometry
* the woman I saw in Yosemite who was hiking in high-heeled flip-flops
* those who can eat oysters without gagging
* people who get all dressed up in their best clothes to take a 12 hour trans-Atlantic flight (I generally wear jammies and still end up flailing around uncomfortably in that.)
* lowfat cheese
* why Hello Kitty panties are an acceptable underclothing choice for any female older than 10 years of age
* the men who think the above is not only acceptable, but attractive
* republicans
* writing the number "2" to indicate "to" or "too"
* bungee jumping
* people who film stationary objects with a video camera
* why I am compelled to sit inside on this lovley day, writing down nonsense, when I could just as well be outside in the sun

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Bush at the NAACP

The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) is having their annual convention this week. President Bush will be speaking at the conference because, according to White House spokesman, Tony Snow, "he has an important role to play not only in making the case for civil rights, but maybe more importantly, the case for unity."

Now, call me crazy, but I thought that a pretty good job was done "making the case for civil rights" back in the 1960s. I'm not sure how a rich, white man from Texas is going to further that case. I picture something akin to Mr. Mackey of South Park fame. "Civil rights are good, mmkay."

The article on CNN about this is here.

Friday, July 14, 2006

End of an Era

Well, I just canceled my Friendster account. Three years ago, I joined in order to collect all of my real-life friends online. It was like baseball cards, but with people I know! But, those people have drifted out of my life, for the most part. Many were dancers who have moved to other states, gotten married and disappeared, or just plain faded out of my life. I never go to the Friendster site anymore. It seems superfluous. Silly in a way. Like a long lost artifact of a much different time.

And as I clicked on "Yes, cancel my account", I changed my mind for nostalgia's sake and stopped the page from loading.

But, alas. It was too late.

So, I'm jumping into the a new, grown-up, Friendster-free world with both feet. It was fun while it lasted, but it's over now.

deep breath

Welcome to adulthood.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Lame Teachers and Great Restaurants

I am convinced that there are less than a dozen people in this city who can teach a good beginner dance class. I just got back from a miserable salsa experience. I'm telling you, they should put me in charge of teaching everthing. Not because I'm perfect, but because anything is better than what I just took part in.

On the up side, I also ate at one of the best damned restaurants I've ever been in. It's becoming a favorite of mine. La Traviata is located in the primarily latino Mission District, but serves the best Italian food I've had in the Bay Area. It's a family business. The man who waited on us, who also could have been the owner for all we know, told us that his uncle had moved to the United States from Sicily 33 years ago and started the restaurant in their current location. Apparently, he was walking to the bakery to buy a cake, and he ended up buying the restaurant space instead. Over three decades later, they're still making amazing food! Check it out. And don't let the fact that it's not packed to the gills fool you. The food is delicious, the staff are chatty and funny, and, if you're lucky, the resident almost-3-year-old granddaughter will sing "Happy Birthday" to you, even if it's not your birthday.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Denial, Obesity, and Parenting in America

As you likely know, I'm not a parent. I do work with children and their families around a lot of the issues I'm about to ramble on about, but I do not have my own children. So everything I am about to spout can be taken with a grain of salt by all of you parents out there. I do not profess to have experience in the practice of parenting.

I do, however, see a trend in the way Americans seem to parent their children. In grocery stores, shopping malls, city parks, and other public places, I see the current societal norm of parenting being carried out by many caregivers. It goes something like this:

Child: Mommy, I want those Skittles.
Mommy: Sweetheart, we are about to go home and have dinner.
Child: But I can still eat dinner.
Mommy: (distractedly digging for her wallet at the checkout) I said no.
Child: MOMMMMYYYYYYY! I WANT THE SKITTLES!
Mommy: (rolls her eyes at the checkout person as if to say "What can I do?") Fine, but save them until after dinner. (tosses the Skittles on the checkout belt)
Child: (grabs the Skittles, breaks them open, and eats the whole bag on the way to car)

In this scenario, it seems to me that the parent is just happy to have avoided confrontation. The thing is, avoiding this confrontation, failing to set a very simple boundary and keep it in place for something small like Skittles, is going to create havoc in the lives of both parent and child when it comes time to navigate larger issues. The problem is that changing from a lax version of parenting to a more structured one takes some major effort. The tantrums and anger directed at the parent will be twice that of a child who has had solid boundaries for his or her whole life. In my experience working with caregivers, this is a serious detriment. However, the good news is that the outrageous behavior of the child will dissipate greatly if the caregiver can continue to hold the boundary, to say "no" and mean it, for several weeks in a row.

I don't think that many caregivers realize that what children are asking for, when they act out, is a firm boundary. Children want to feel safe with their caregivers. They want to know that the person who is in charge is going to be in charge. If the child has control of the situation, as many do these days, that child feels insecure and unsafe and will continue to push until he or she finds a boundary.

Unfortunately, in my line of work, a boundary can sometimes mean violence. It can also mean irrational punishments or misguided anger on the part of the parent.

I have a theory about this non-confrontational form of parenting. Many parents are busier than past generations, yes, but I don't think that's the issue. I think the problem is that most parents want their children to like them all the time. They want to be the good guy. They don't want to have to fight about Skittles in the grocery store when they could be laughing with a happy, sugar-coated child in the backseat on the way home. Unfortunately, no one can like anyone else 100% of the time. And children have friends. They need their parents to be parents. That's not to say that parents can't be friends in addition to being the rule-makers and bedtime-enforcers.

I know many parents who do a smashing job of being both.

Now, about the obesity part of my title... I was at the climbing gym yesterday, and a group of about a dozen adolescents, likely ranging in age from 12-14, were all suited up in climbing harnesses, ready to climb. As I watched from the elliptical machine, they all took a belay safety class, and were set free in the gym. Every single one of the boys crowded immediately around the foosball table. The three girls in the group headed off to sit on the bleachers and chat. Now, I know that this is what adolescents do, so I'm not judging their unwillingness to climb. (However, the crotchety and indignant part of my brain is running a familiar track of "When I was a kid..." about their seeming disinterest in totally sanctioned climbing around time.)

Though the girls appeared to be in the average weight category for their age, all but two of the boys were overweight. Three of them were likely considered obese. I watched as one of the boys discovered that the gym sells Clif Bars, Odwalla juice, and... CANDY! He bought some M&Ms and some Skittles (he was the roundest of the bunch), and headed back to the foosball table. The other children saw his treasure and, one by one, headed in the direction of the food counter. Soon, there was a mob of pudgy adolescents carrying candy back to their mostly sedentary activity.

I know. I know. I'm old and jaded, but I couldn't help thinking that these kids were in a climbing gym eating pure corn syrup solids, standing around a foosball table, and barely looking up at the climbing walls around them. These are the same walls that beckon my inner child every time I set foot in the gym. I was disappointed and dismayed at not only their lack of exuberance, but also their deplorable physical condition. They were so fat that their mobility was limited and their normal childhood energy sapped.

So, I came home and looked up articles on childhood obesity. It's a hot topic these days. I ran across this article. According to the statistical citing, 34% of children in the USA are in the 85-95 percentile on the height/weight ratio scale. This category is called "At Risk of Overweight". The actual title of "Overweight" is reserved for children who are above the 95 percentile on the height/weight scale. A whopping 17% of children belong in the latter category.

The article presents the debate, which is currently happening, about whether or not to change the titles of those two categories. The proposed change would turn "At Risk of Overweight" into simply "Overweight", and the current title of "Overweight" into "Obese". This is in keeping with the adult categories for height/weight scales.

What struck me is that the people who oppose this change are primarily opposed to it because it "sounds ugly". They want to protect their children's feelings with politically correct prose, instead of protecting their children's health by telling them the truth. The sad part is that their children's physical and emotional well-being will suffer much greater attacks if they are allowed to continue to be overweight into adolescence and adulthood.

See how this ties back into my rant earlier? Someone needs to be the grown up. Someone needs to set boundaries and tell it straight. If not the parents, then whom?

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Dirty, Dirty Cherry

I found this obscene little number in my fruit bowl the other day. Of course, I had to share this freakish warping of nature with the rest of the world.
MaleCherry
Perhaps, it's a reincarnation of someone. Can you imagine? How embarrassing! You leave the world with pants covering your business, and you come back as mutated fruit. With no fruit pants on.