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You mean it wasn’t a joke?

Posted on August 27, 2003 Written by Diane

I thought the French-hating stuff of a few months ago (because they wouldn’t do our every bidding, apparently) was all a joke. You know, the whole Freedom Fries thing, and “Send ’em to France,” and whatever. Then I heard the Congressional cafeteria was officially changing the name of its French fries to Freedom Fries and I thought, Is there nothing these people won’t do in the name of pandering to unthinking constituents? Just politics, not real world.

I walked past a Johnny Rockets yesterday, and it had a sign up mentioning some of the tasty items on their menu, including American fries.

It’s not like they’re going to get my food dollar particularly often anyhow, but I can’t bring myself to ever go eat at a place that panders to the knee-jerk idiot on the street. Because if this is what Johnny Rockets has to do to keep customers, it’s quite clear the food alone isn’t enough.

Anyone know when they started calling ’em “American fries”?

Filed Under: Politics

Saturday afternoon

Posted on August 23, 2003 Written by Diane

Sophia put herself down for a nap this afternoon. Demanded to nap, in fact. What you may not know is that not only has this never happened before, but I did such poor sleep scheduling with her that I became dependent on using the car to make her nap. But when she’s tired, she can put herself down for a nap.

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Go check out This Woman’s Work. Mom, writer, comments on Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka—it’s one stop shopping in a blog.

And re: Depp as Wonka: What a great choice! Diane sez: Depp as Wonka—”Eccentric” Cage as Wonka—”Seriously, deeply creepy”

But what about the Oompa-Loompas?

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Want confirmation that models are not, in fact, born at a higher level of beauty than the rest of us? Check out Greg’s Digital Archive, which has a seriously cool after-and-before slideshow of a model.

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I include this link primarily for Ceej and other Snape-fanatics out there: What kind of Snapeist are you? I still haven’t read the fourth book, let alone the fifth book, and I am falling desperately, hopelessly behind in my Potterology. Oh well: c’est la vie.

That’s okay: evidently there are plenty of people with enough time on their hands to take up the slack. Scary, scary people. (From Bookslut.)

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I took the kids to the new main branch of the San Jose library last week. I thought it was pretty cool: the intersection of a city’s main branch and a college’s library. I hope this is the wave of the future; I hope the experiment works and neither side has cause to regret it. It was seriously wonderful to be able to wander through a few of the stacks, picking up whatever book caught my eye. Well, until Sophia or Simon got impatient, which happened about every thirtieth of a second.

Lots of carrels for studying. Complete with power plugs and Internet connections. Of course, we visited during August, so school is still out; I’m sure the place has a much different feel when it’s full of San Jose State students elbowing one another to get that last Cat-5 connection.

Our parking tab for the lot across the street came to $4.50, for not that long of a visit, so clearly I have to scope out the downtown San Jose parking situation a little harder. Not that we’re going to go there very often, because it’s a little bit of a drive and the only section of a library I get to spend much time in these days is the kids’ section. But it’s worth checking out.

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Speaking of libraries: okay, the Los Angeles library system is not the greatest in the world, but I didn’t quite realize how great I had it. ‘Round these parts, I have my local town library (for residents only, peasant), the San Jose library system, and the Santa Clara County library system. I have three library cards. If I want to find a book, I have to check three websites. I have to keep track of which book goes to which library. And that’s if one of the libraries has the book, and half the time none of them do. (A few times I’ve gone to check the LA library and it always has the book I’m looking for.)

I know, life is tough. And there’s always Amazon. But I’ve been doing so well at keeping my bookbuying sprees under control!

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I probably shouldn’t mention this: I managed to get to the Y (avec les enfants) five times this past week! I feel like I am getting into a groove, exercise-wise. (Of course, I have probably just jinxed myself for the coming week, but oh well.)

My muscles feel a little sore but not so much that I’m in pain. Just like, “Oh yes, I’ve been moving my body.” I’ve even been having a very strange sensation when I’m the passenger in the car and I look out the window: as I watch the scenery pass by, I have the strongest impulse that I want to be out there, running. I can feel my body tensing up, like I’m getting ready to do a few miles. I don’t know if this is what people mean when they refer to the endorphin rush. I do know it’s one of the lures of running for me: to feel my body in motion, to feel it working.

And in the short time since I joined the Y I’ve gone from barely being able to do 4.2 miles/hour on the treadmill to doing a few stretches at 5.0. My immediate goal is to work my way back to 6.0, which is what I used to do on the treadmills at Apple. My long-term goal is to get to 7.5 miles per hour, or an 8 minute mile, if for no better reason than I wanna.

Filed Under: Odds and Ends

She knows her colors

Posted on August 19, 2003 Written by Diane

At the Y today I was talking to another mom about the preschool her daughter attends and she waxed rhapsodically, “Oh, it’s fabulous! It’s academic, and she knows all of her colors…” She listed some other things the preschool did, including the beginnings of subtraction, but I was somewhat floored by the first one she came out with.

Colors?

Your kid had to go to preschool to learn colors?

This wasn’t the first mom I’ve talked to who’s said something like this about the preschool they use. Another mom told me about how her 3 year old had learned how to count up to thirteen and knew all her letters!

Okay, I don’t think we’ve pushed Sophia. Maybe we have and I’m just not aware of it, but…hello? She’s known her letters for, uh, a long time. She knows her colors—she even knows how to mix certain colors to make other colors (unless she’s completely disinterested in the topic, in which case she says she has no idea).

Are these parents talking to their kids? Reading anything to them?

I’m thrilled to pieces when Sophia starts singing a song she learned in school. But her colors? Good Lord.

Filed Under: Kids

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