Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Nesting, Etc.
Junior and I wait for the tram.
Boredom, anxiety and excitement regularly combine to form an interesting cocktail I call "madness".
Lately, I've been combating this by knitting. Here are some things I recently made:
I started this blanket a couple of weeks after I found out I was pregnant and finished it just a few weeks ago. It's the most substantial thing I've ever knitted — my first ever blanket — and I'm pretty stoked about it.I've also been cooking a lot. I attempted cinnamon rolls for Jake's birthday and experienced something I've almost never experienced in the kitchen before: success.
Considering this attempt three years ago at snickerdoodles ...
I have to say I think I'm really progressing.Even Jake's caught the domestication bug. A few weeks ago he put the finishing touches on the homemade beanbag chair he's been sewing.
It's a marvelous work. It's become my favorite chair — as long as there's someone else around to help me get out of it.Sidenote: The beanbag stuffing Jake ordered to fill the chair up with came with this complimentary gift:
Because nothing says "Thanks for buying your gigantic bag of Styrofoam filling from us" like a personalized hand towel. That's spelled wrong.Oh yeah, and we voted.
The verdict? Absentee voting is grrrreat!JEM
Saturday, November 1, 2008
All Work and No Play ...
Jake got it in his head that he wanted to watch "The Shining" on Halloween. Me and scary movies don't traditionally get along too well. (I like to think it has something to do with an overactive imagination, but it's really because I'm a coward.) So anyway, I'd heard rumors that "The Shining" was, like, the most terrifying movie ever made of all time, or something along those lines, so I was a little hesitant. But after watching this trailer on YouTube, I felt a lot better about it and decided to give it a go:
Turns out that trailer is a little misleading.
But in a related story, there's no way I'm letting Jake talk me into watching this one:
JEM
Turns out that trailer is a little misleading.
But in a related story, there's no way I'm letting Jake talk me into watching this one:
JEM
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Lifeform
So, maybe 37 weeks into a 40-week gestation period wasn't the ideal time to watch the movie "Alien" for the first time.
But we couldn't resist.
Just for the record, though, that can't really happen, right? I mean, for a little guy Junior can get to kicking at the walls pretty hard, but he couldn't actually, you know, make my torso explode, right? Right?
Hello?
JEM
P.S. Thanks, Andreas, for letting us borrow your copy of this fine film.
But we couldn't resist.
Just for the record, though, that can't really happen, right? I mean, for a little guy Junior can get to kicking at the walls pretty hard, but he couldn't actually, you know, make my torso explode, right? Right?
Hello?
JEM
P.S. Thanks, Andreas, for letting us borrow your copy of this fine film.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Nazism Not Good, Claim Protesters
We stumbled upon an anti-Nazi demonstration a couple of weeks ago.
We were headed to Dresden’s main train station at the heart of the city to buy me a new public transit month pass, when we noticed a number of law enforcement vans and SWAT teams decked out in body armor searching people. After getting off the tram, we had to pass through a row of police officers, who stopped us and asked if we were there for the rally. Turns out we’d arrived just in time for a major anti-Nazi march, which was convening at, and would shortly be embarking from, the train station.
These happen pretty frequently in Germany. Dresden’s last big anti-Nazi rally was about 8 months ago. They tend to draw out lots of liberal young adults, many of them punks with Kool-Aid hair, most of them dressed in black, a lot of them likely socialists. More or less the same people you’d see at a vegan march or an Iraq War protest. Rally kids.
As a foreigner, I find these anti-Nazi rallies particularly interesting. Considering that people generally rally to bring awareness to issues that the public is split on or undecided over, could there really be a need for a rally informing us that Nazism is bad? Haven’t we all pretty much been in agreement on that since — y’know — 1945?
For an American, sure, it’s that simple. Of course, for an American, Nazis have been considered enemies of the State from Day 1, or darn close to it. In Germany, it’s a little more complicated. For Germans, the Nazis of World War II aren’t simply the sadistic Aryan caricatures that they are to most Americans. For Germans, the connections are often personal, and the reasons are visible. The Nazis were the ones who temporarily brought Germany out of a devastating economic tailspin, creating jobs and slashing Germany’s whopping post-WWI unemployment rate. They’re the ones who built the Autobahn, for crying out loud.
Obviously Germans today are aware of the atrocities the Nazi party wreaked during WWII. They’re painfully aware. It’s a burden every German — whether they were alive during WWII or not — carries. (This fantastic piece from the German news magazine Der Spiegel goes into it more deeply than I could ever attempt to as a non-German — and it’s in English.)
But the point is, Germany’s relationship with Nazism is a complicated one, and nowhere in Germany is this complex relationship more apparent than it is in the former East Germany, particularly here in the state of Saxony. Thanks largely to high unemployment and a general sense of disappointment in Democracy’s promises of prosperity, a rising number of young East Germans are finding a sympathetic ear in thinly-veiled neo-fascism.
Germany’s far right political party, the Nationaldemokratische Partei or NPD, never overtly associates itself with neo-Nazism, but openly touts ideas such as making German citizenship impossible for any “African, Asian or Oriental”. By and large in Germany, the NPD is considered racist and extremist and not taken very seriously since it’s never gained the minimum 5 percent of votes required for the party to be able to send delegates to the German Parliament. But in the 2004 state election in Saxony, the NPD won 9.2 percent of the overall vote. The next state election will be next year, and the NPD is expected to retain its seats. They’re doing it with the help, primarily, of young, single, male, blue collar Saxons who feel the NPD is the only party that will listen to them. (You can read a little more about their history and recruitment methods, which focus on milking public fear and anger at vulnerable moments, here.)
So that’s why the left-wing rally kids feel the need to remind everyone that Nazism is a bad thing.
Though I suspect this fight won't be as simple as saving the sea otters.
JEM
For an American, sure, it’s that simple. Of course, for an American, Nazis have been considered enemies of the State from Day 1, or darn close to it. In Germany, it’s a little more complicated. For Germans, the Nazis of World War II aren’t simply the sadistic Aryan caricatures that they are to most Americans. For Germans, the connections are often personal, and the reasons are visible. The Nazis were the ones who temporarily brought Germany out of a devastating economic tailspin, creating jobs and slashing Germany’s whopping post-WWI unemployment rate. They’re the ones who built the Autobahn, for crying out loud.
Obviously Germans today are aware of the atrocities the Nazi party wreaked during WWII. They’re painfully aware. It’s a burden every German — whether they were alive during WWII or not — carries. (This fantastic piece from the German news magazine Der Spiegel goes into it more deeply than I could ever attempt to as a non-German — and it’s in English.)
But the point is, Germany’s relationship with Nazism is a complicated one, and nowhere in Germany is this complex relationship more apparent than it is in the former East Germany, particularly here in the state of Saxony. Thanks largely to high unemployment and a general sense of disappointment in Democracy’s promises of prosperity, a rising number of young East Germans are finding a sympathetic ear in thinly-veiled neo-fascism.
Germany’s far right political party, the Nationaldemokratische Partei or NPD, never overtly associates itself with neo-Nazism, but openly touts ideas such as making German citizenship impossible for any “African, Asian or Oriental”. By and large in Germany, the NPD is considered racist and extremist and not taken very seriously since it’s never gained the minimum 5 percent of votes required for the party to be able to send delegates to the German Parliament. But in the 2004 state election in Saxony, the NPD won 9.2 percent of the overall vote. The next state election will be next year, and the NPD is expected to retain its seats. They’re doing it with the help, primarily, of young, single, male, blue collar Saxons who feel the NPD is the only party that will listen to them. (You can read a little more about their history and recruitment methods, which focus on milking public fear and anger at vulnerable moments, here.)
So that’s why the left-wing rally kids feel the need to remind everyone that Nazism is a bad thing.
Though I suspect this fight won't be as simple as saving the sea otters.
JEM
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Happy Birthday, Robot Husband
When we were first married, my mother-in-law, a marriage and family therapist, gave me a book called "The Five Love Languages". The writing was pretty gushy, but I thought the ideas were really good — namely, that different people have different ways of expressing love and of accepting expressions of love. The key, of course, is determining the love languages of the people you love, so that you can express your love to them in the way that is most meaningful to them.
Most of the people in my life were fairly obvious, but I struggled narrowing Jake down. I watched him and analyzed him, but I couldn't figure him out. Finally I just asked him. And he wouldn't tell me. Over the six years of our marriage, I've occasionally come back to this and tried to work it out without much success. But about a month ago I asked him again and he finally came clean with me.
Turns out Jake's love language (and I can't believe I wasn't able to figure this one out) is binary.
So, Jake, on the occasion of your 28th birthday, this one's for you:
01111001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01100101 01101110 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110 00100000 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01101101 01110101 01100011 01101000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01110101 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01111001 00100000 01100010 01101001 01110010 01110100 01101000 01100100 01100001 01111001 00101100 00100000 01100010 01110101 01100100 00101110
Love,
JEM
Most of the people in my life were fairly obvious, but I struggled narrowing Jake down. I watched him and analyzed him, but I couldn't figure him out. Finally I just asked him. And he wouldn't tell me. Over the six years of our marriage, I've occasionally come back to this and tried to work it out without much success. But about a month ago I asked him again and he finally came clean with me.
Turns out Jake's love language (and I can't believe I wasn't able to figure this one out) is binary.
So, Jake, on the occasion of your 28th birthday, this one's for you:
01111001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01100101 01101110 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110 00100000 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01101101 01110101 01100011 01101000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01110101 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01111001 00100000 01100010 01101001 01110010 01110100 01101000 01100100 01100001 01111001 00101100 00100000 01100010 01110101 01100100 00101110
Love,
JEM
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Civic Duty
I've got a 2008 U.S. presidential absentee ballot sitting in my e-mail inbox. I'm supposed to print it out, fill in the bubbles next to my choices with a dark-colored ballpoint pen (not red), stuff it in an envelope and send it back to the Cache County Clerk's office in Logan, Utah, my last American residence, by Nov. 3.Now if I could just make up my mind.
JEM
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