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bear – ing n 1  the manner in which one comports oneself;  2  the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~];  pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation;   5  the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].


  • Update to my post about Katie Granju and her son Henry.

    UPDATE to my post

     Aunt B. has nailed this:

    … it sure as hell is seeming like the Sheriff’s department is trying to cast doubt in the minds of the public as to what actually happened to Henry–not just at the level of whether the assault went down in the way Henry’s family has been able to piece together, but whether he was actually injured in the ways they say he was.

    As if a broken jaw is up for dispute.

    Couple this with the detective working the case telling Katie that “there is no victim,” and one wonders if they just expected a teenager could be assaulted in Knoxville and, if the police decided he’d done something to deserve it, they could just shrug their shoulders, say some placating bullshit to the family, and get back to other things.

    If you are the parent of a teenager or the friend of family member of a teenager in Knoxville, this should scare the shit out of you…

    …do you really think that a person or people who can beat another person nearly to death is really just keeping that violence confined to “deserving” addicts? 

    …You don’t sit back and let “them” kill each other off. Not just because that’s morally repugnant, but because “they” aren’t some confined group over there who keep violence only to themselves. It spreads into the whole community. It affects everyone.

    … if this is what they do to well-connected, non-poor, white people with positions of privilege in the community, one wonders what kind of “justice” the rest of the town can count on.

    I'm as guilty as anyone of reading stories in the paper of "drug deals gone bad" and mentally classifying the murders as somehow not as bad as, y'know, REAL murder, because the victim wasn't really a victim because it was his own damn fault he was mixed up in that kind of stuff.

    For Katie's sake, and Henry's, I will never let myself think such a dehumanizing, immoral thought ever again.

    (We got a little taste of this here in South Minneapolis a few years ago when Mark Loesch, a father of four, was beaten to death with a baseball bat while bicycling.  One of the first things the police had to say about it was "He was trying to buy drugs."    On the word of the guy accused of killing him.  Credible?  Maybe, but…. Would it have killed the police to say "The accused killer claims that it was a drug deal?" instead of "It appears to have been a drug deal?"  They have an interest in promoting the belief that bad things can only happen to you if you invite them… by doing something more than taking a bike ride through the city streets.)


  • Common Core State Standards.

    A coalition of state governors and chief state school officers has released a set of recommended common state educational standards.  The website is pretty information-dense, but the standards themselves are worth looking at and could provide a set of suggested guidelines for homeschoolers who are looking for ideas of what they "should" be teaching at each grade level.   

    The part that's really useful for homeschoolers, if you ask me:  The Recommended Book List.

    That is:  "Appendix B:  Text Exemplars and Sample Performance Tasks."

    It's a good list. I'll be printing it and saving it for reference.  


  • Another blogger’s book review: The End of Overeating.

    Willa at Quotidian reviews Dr. David Kessler's book The End of Overeating.  (I am in line to get it through the library and haven't read it yet.)  Paragraph splits are mine here for emphasis.

    Kessler (the author of the book) mentions that over-eating is not JUST a problem with the overweight or obese population. Sure, it is the rapid climb in average weight of the American population since the 80's that has captured the attention of the medical community. But the phenomenon of over-eating does affect non-overweight people too.

     He describes a person of normal weight who suffers from obsession and cravings similar to some other people who are overweight, and says that in one study, about 17% of the "lean" population (his word, not the one I'd use to describe myself even when my BMI is below 22) has food obsessions (compared to something like 45% of the overweight or obese people in the study). 

    Even if these "lean" people do not have the medical and other problems that come with overweight per se, they have some of the other issues — a fear of lack of control, spending excessive mental energy thinking about eating or planning eating, low self-esteem, the health problems that come from eating too much of the poorer quality of food that usually comes with obsessive or craving-oriented eating. 

    People like me who have been eating rather poorly since adolescence are probably more subject to other health problems even if this doesn't show up in the statistics as a food-related issue. And of course, there are the spiritual and emotional components. One doesn't really want food to be in control. Dr Kessler quotes several people, successful in their careers and lives, who feel heartbroken to be so out of control when faced with a bowl of M&Ms or a tray of fries.

    I'm looking forward to reading Kessler's book in part because it is dawning on me that even though I am now of "normal" weight and this is evidence that I have learned many new skills in dealing with overeating, I likely will never be able to relax and eat intuitively, or in response to hunger, without recourse to additional control strategies.  Even thin people overeat.  I am now a "normal" person, but I still struggle with overeating, and I have to assume that I always will — not because I've given up hope, but rather because it isn't safe to assume I am safe.

    Willa has a number of other observations up that are worth reading in  subsequent posts.  Check them out.


  • I am not an economist. But.

    The second sentence in the opening paragraph of this piece in the Fiscal Times boggles me.

    For the first time since 1975, Social Security beneficiaries received no cost-of-living adjustment (COLA) this year because prices fell in 2009. President Obama tried to offset the loss by proposing a special $250 check in lieu of a COLA, which would have cost more than $13 billion . But the Senate rejected that measure by a vote of 50-47.

    .."Loss?"  What "loss?"  The loss of an adjustment that is necessary to correct for a problem that hasn't happened yet?  

    Now, there may be more disappointing news for 43 million seniors: This year’s low inflation may mean no COLA increase in 2011.

    Bad news!  Our stuff didn't cost more!  So we don't get a bigger check to pay for the more-ness of all the stuff-costing!  

    Boggles, I tell you.  


  • Sad story.

    My heart breaks for Katie Allison Granju, blogger and author of Attachment Parenting, who lost her eldest son yesterday to complications from a murderous assault and drug overdose several weeks ago.

    Katie has been blogging about this horrible experience at mamapundit and at her professional blog on Babble.  What she writes is painful to read.  There is something there for you, and perhaps you can find something for her and for her family as well.     She is asking for support knowing that many people are not interested in pursuing justice for crimes against people with drug problems.  

    UPDATE.  Aunt B. has nailed this:

    … it sure as hell is seeming like the Sheriff’s department is trying to cast doubt in the minds of the public as to what actually happened to Henry–not just at the level of whether the assault went down in the way Henry’s family has been able to piece together, but whether he was actually injured in the ways they say he was.

    As if a broken jaw is up for dispute.

    Couple this with the detective working the case telling Katie that “there is no victim,” and one wonders if they just expected a teenager could be assaulted in Knoxville and, if the police decided he’d done something to deserve it, they could just shrug their shoulders, say some placating bullshit to the family, and get back to other things.

    If you are the parent of a teenager or the friend of family member of a teenager in Knoxville, this should scare the shit out of you…

    …do you really think that a person or people who can beat another person nearly to death is really just keeping that violence confined to “deserving” addicts? 

    …You don’t sit back and let “them” kill each other off. Not just because that’s morally repugnant, but because “they” aren’t some confined group over there who keep violence only to themselves. It spreads into the whole community. It affects everyone.

    … if this is what they do to well-connected, non-poor, white people with positions of privilege in the community, one wonders what kind of “justice” the rest of the town can count on.

    I'm as guilty as anyone of reading stories in the paper of "drug deals gone bad" and mentally classifying the murders as somehow not as bad as, y'know, REAL murder, because the victim wasn't really a victim because it was his own damn fault he was mixed up in that kind of stuff.

    For Katie's sake, and Henry's, I will never let myself think such a dehumanizing, immoral thought ever again.

    (We got a little taste of this here in South Minneapolis a few years ago when Mark Loesch, a father of four, was beaten to death with a baseball bat while bicycling.  One of the first things the police had to say about it was "He was trying to buy drugs."    On the word of the guy accused of killing him.  Credible?  Maybe, but…. Would it have killed the police to say "The accused killer claims that it was a drug deal?" instead of "It appears to have been a drug deal?"  They have an interest in promoting the belief that bad things can only happen to you if you invite them… by doing something more than taking a bike ride through the city streets.)


  • Grab it and go.

    An unexpected side effect of not being a glutton anymore is that it is easier to
    eat simply and appropriately for special circumstances.

    Let me give you an example.  Our family went on a day hike yesterday at Afton State Park.  We planned to eat lunch on the trail.

    Once upon a time, such a day would have been all about the picnic lunch.  I would have planned it on my grocery list several days earlier.  I would have made fancy sandwiches — pressed Italian hoagies; or brie and ham on baguette; or roast beef, red pepper, and smokey cheddar on onion kaiser rolls.  I would have brought baby carrots and celery.  Fresh fruit, possibly cherries or strawberries.  Maybe pasta salad.  A cooler would probably be involved.  Fresh-squeezed lemonade.

    And of course, since we have to keep our strength up, there would be trail mix and jerky and granola bars.

    You should have seen what I brought for a weekend camping. 

    Nowadays my thought process is a little different.  Rather than the hike being an excuse for a fantastic picnic lunch, the hike is… the point.  And instead of "Ooh goody, a picnic!  What kind of fun picnic food do I want to eat?"  I am thinking, "What's convenient to carry in a pack on a hot day, won't spoil, provides enough calories for the hike, and can be eaten with minimal fuss and not much to pack out, so we can get back to hiking?"

    Obviously it has to appeal to the kids, but other than that, those are the main requirements.

    So what is hiking food now?

    • Little red-waxed cheese wheels.
    • Triscuits.
    • Possibly apples.  (If there's room.)
    • Water.

    All you need is a knife.

    Instead of trail mix, we now pack peanut M&Ms.  (No more eating the chocolate and leaving the nuts!)

    If we want to give the kids another choice besides cheese and crackers, we might make a few peanut butter sandwiches.  Unlike the fancy sandwiches I used to make, there's no concern about them going bad in the heat.  And I don't know about you, but a PB&J (or PB&H) that's slightly squashed at the bottom of a pack tastes pretty good when you've been hiking all morning. 

    This isn't to disparage the families who came to the park ready to have a traditional Memorial Day barbecue.  On our way out we passed a man and a woman each gripping one handle of a heavy picnic cooler.  A man with a bulging paper grocery bag in one hand and a big sack of charcoal briquets up on his shoulder.  A woman carrying the baby while her older teens pushed a stroller laden with food and soda and lawn chairs.  True, an appetizing aroma of cooking meat drifted through the park.  Condensation formed on cans of ice-cold soda as they were pulled out of coolers and passed around.  Even the bags of baby carrots and cauliflower chunks looked pretty good after a day of hiking (the tubs of stagnant ranch dressing, not so much). 

    The picnics I used to make were, objectively speaking, "healthier" than the trail food I pack now.  They were balanced.  They contained fresh fruit and vegetables.  Usually it was all homemade, with few processed-food items.

    They were also enormous, a lot more trouble, and the biggest problem?  They were the center of my attention.

    Sometimes, an objectively "less healthy" food experience is mentally healthier.  For all the tsk-tsking about our grab-it-and-go culture, occasionally grabbing and going makes a lot of sense.  There's more time to sit down and enjoy the simple food we've brought, out under the sky, if we spend less time fussing about it back in the kitchen.

    [Editing note.  Years and years later, I wish I’d done a better job distinguishing gluttony from other problems with food, like clinical eating disorders and other kinds of compulsiveness.  

    I want to emphasize that, whereas I identified some behaviors in myself that probably qualified as self-centered gluttony in the technical sense, I am not and never have been qualified to make that distinction for anyone else.

    I hope to add some commentary to all the posts that have this problem as I find the time to review them.  Here’s a more recent post where I acknowledge some of the problematic material I wrote and set new ground rules for myself going forward.]


  • Co-schooling (7). Toward a more independent lesson.

    I've been teaching Oscar and his comrades from my friends' families world history using Story of the World as our text.  We're in Volume 3, Early Modern:  Napoleon, the Boers, Toussaint L'Ouverture…

    Up till now we've had a highly predictable lesson format:

    •  The four of us sit around the table. 
    •  I read the chapter, pausing here and there to ask questions and stimulate discussion:  tell me back what four things so-and-so did to improve his army?  do you remember what year I said the British took over?  was that before or after the Declaration of Independence happened over here in America? why did such-and-such a person decide to attack overland instead of by sea? what was different about how these two countries came into existence?  
    • We might also pause to work with a map or diagram, or to read a different book on a related topic, or occasionally watch a video.  
    • At the end of the chapter or the section, I guide the kids through the composition of a one-paragraph summary of the section, which I write down.
    • I make copies of the summary and send them home with the kids, and they write it as copywork the next day, to be added to their history scrapbook along with the maps and things.

    This takes about an hour once a week, and it's been a pretty good way to use SOTW.  I'm always thinking forward, though, to next year, when I will need to start doing history with the next batch of children.  We need more time in our day.  Or else we need the older children to start teaching themselves.

    Today I tried a new thing:  I delegated.

    "Today you will each have a job," I informed them.  They looked at each other and made faces.

    "The first person will be the Reader.  Can you guess what the Reader's job will be?"

    "Um, to read the book?" "I want to be the first Reader!"  "No, me!"

    "The Reader's job is to read the book, slowly and clearly, so that everyone can hear.   And if someone asks, 'What did you say?' the Reader has to repeat it."

    "Is the other person the Writer?"

    "Wait, I'm getting to that part.  The second person is called the Story-Hearer.  That person's job is –"

    "To listen?"

    "The Story-Hearer's job is to pay close attention to the events that happen in the story, and remember what happened in what order.  The Story-Hearer should be able to tell the story back at the end."

    "Do they have to write down what they hear?"

    "No, just listen.  The third job –"

    "I know, the third person's job is the Go Get A Glass of Water And A Snack-er!"

    "The third job is the Important-Thing-Noticer.  The Noticer –"

    "Has to notice important things?"

    "Important details.  Like the names of people and countries.  Dates.  Lists."

    "Do they write it down?"

      "Uh, maybe.  We're going to try it a couple of different ways first."

    Red, yellow, and green dies were shuffled and drawn blindly.  Meira got the Reader job, Ben was the Important-Thing-Noticer, and that left Oscar to be the Story-Listener.  As the Reader opened the book and began to read from the chapter about 19th-century colonial wars in Africa, I took a pencil and a sheet of blank paper and began taking notes.  My idea was to model for the kids how it's done:  listening for cues that tell you which bits you'll need to remember in order to form a coherent summary.

    I had forgotten how difficult that can be!   

    I interrupted the Reader a couple of times to ask her to spell names, and said things like "Wait, what was that date?"  in part because I really needed the names and dates repeated.  But also because I wanted the kids to see that I needed, especially, to write names and dates down correctly.  (Without having to be boring and announce, "Did you notice?   That was a name!  Names are important things!  Notice them!")

    Then I asked the Important-Thing-Noticer to tell the important things he noticed.  He reported:  "Shaka was the king of the Zulus.   His mother's name was Nancy or something like that." (Nandi.  Not bad.)  "He improved the discipline of the army.  He started to terrorize the other people around  in… uh… I don't remember the exact year, but I noticed that it was after the Declaration of Independence happened and before the Civil War."  (sounds of me cheering internally!  yes! it was 1818!)   "And he went mad and he got killed and his brother, I don't remember his name but it started with a D, became king after him."

    And then I asked the Story-Listener to retell the story.  Actually I asked all of them to retell the story with the Story-Listener's help.  I wrote down what they said and composed as we went along, and they had their summary to copy for the next day.   The kids then rotated "jobs" and did it again for the second half of the chapter.

    It was a little bit rough and there was some overlap between the kids' roles, which frustrated one of the kids.  I think I will do it a little bit differently next time.  But I have, I think, the outline of how I'm going to teach them to sift through the history themselves.  I want them to absorb the general outline of the story — history IS a story after all — but I also want them to remember rough dates, and which things were happening around the same time.  By assigning these roles and taking turns with them, I hope to teach the kids how to pay attention BOTH to the overall outline of the story AND to the kinds of details that act as "pegs" to hang the stories on in their mind — names, dates — and later, how to take notes while they listen and then reconstruct those notes into a written retelling.

    (Link to an index of other co-schooling posts.)



  • Quick chocolate cake.

    Christy P. posted a one-pan vegan cocoa cake recipe this morning, and we made it for tea time.  You mix it right in the ungreased baking pan.  I used all whole wheat flour and it turned out fine.  Check out our discussion in the comments.



  • NYT article on soft pretzels.

    The elusive bakery item I always long for.  I'm telling you, they can NOT make them in Minnesota.  And I don't understand why not.  It's not like there aren't any Germans around.  Maybe they're all from the wrong parts of Germany?  Or corrupted by contact with Scandinavians?  

    Nuremberg is where “the pretzel madness begins,” said Tinka Bickel, a German marketing manager who lives in New York. South of that German city lies a distinct culinary, linguistic and cultural region where pretzels are much more than a desperation-level snack.

    Bavaria is part of this region; there, a classic old-school breakfast is a fresh pretzel — about as wide as a dinner plate — served with two weisswurst (veal sausages) and a dollop of sweet mustard on a plate. Even bigger ones are made for Oktoberfest.

    But now, Ms. Bickel said, young people in Munich, Bavaria’s capital, just grab a thickly buttered pretzel with coffee on the way to work.

    Wah!  I want pretzels and sausage for breakfast!  

    My homemade sourdough pretzels are pretty good, but someday when I don't have small kids around I'm going to start using a lye bath.  But in the meantime, I think I will start adding lard to my pretzels.


  • Camp du Nord in the Strib.

    Earlier this month, a profile of one of our family's favorite destinations, YMCA Camp du Nord, appeared in the Star Tribune.  Thought I'd share it here.

    Camp du Nord was founded in 1960 when the Greater YMCA of St. Paul bought a small camp with several circa-1930s cabins. Although the camp later was expanded, the concept remained simple and unique: Just as kids' overnight camps are as much about personal growth as archery and S'mores, a family vacation can move beyond the scripted opportunities offered at many resorts to become a catalyst for family reflection and spiritual discovery….

    The hallmark of the Du Nord program is Age Group, which is the chunk of the morning between 10 a.m. and noon when counselors take kids on age-appropriate adventures, from outdoor cooking to pirate treasure hunts to hikes in chest-high mud. Adults can also enjoy their own activities, including guided (or not) hikes, nature photography lessons and orienteering exercises. Or they can sit on the dining hall porch, drink a cappuccino from the trading post and watch loons land on the lake, their wings ruffling like a pack of cards being shuffled.

    Our kids love Age Group primarily for one reason: the counselors, many of whom return year after year from the end of high school though college and beyond. I'm not sure if what makes them so special is that the Du Nord staff has a talent for finding the most open-hearted young adults in America or that a summer immersed in nature sands the rough edges off any attitude.

    I had to laugh a little bit at the piece's author for sounding so… worried… about committing to a trip where she'd have to drink her alcohol inside her own cabin — but it still is a decent piece.  

    Our trip this year is to YMCA of the Rockies, but we plan to be at du Nord next summer.  Love that place.