bearing blog


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].


  • Today so far.

    Waffles for breakfast.  I started the yeast batter last night, added the eggs in the morning, and baked them up shatteringly crisp and brown for me and the kids (the way waffles are supposed to be), underdone and swimming in syrup for Mark (weirdo).  

    We skipped music class and my morning workout because M.J. is still recovering from an intestinal bug.   I think she's probably fine by now, but decided not to take chances of passing it on to 8 toddlers in music class and every child who stays in the YMCA hourly child care.

    I read aloud the first part of Charles Kingsley's The Heroes:  a lyrical and beautifully literary retelling of the story of Perseus.  (Read it at Project Gutenberg.) Oscar and Milo insisted on hearing all five chapters straight through, punctuating the story with reminiscings from when I showed them The Clash of the Titans last year.  

    Afterward I bought some relaxation time by assigning them the schoolwork of drawing Medusa's head.  "Don't make it too good," I told them, "I don't want to be turned to stone," which made Oscar make a face at me.  Milo despaired because his attempts weren't to his mind as cool-looking as Oscar's, and so I assigned him instead the task of drawing a picture of Herpé, the Gorgon-slayer, the diamond scimitar of winged-footed Hermes.  He colored it chartreuse.  I'd share a photo except that Mark has packed the camera somewhere for his upcoming ski trip.

  • Any of you homeschoolers out there planning to watch the inauguration with your kids on Tuesday?

    How do you hope to use it as a teaching moment?

    We are studying early American history this year, and I have a vague hope that later on, when we get to the presidencies of Washington, Adams, and Jefferson, we'll be able to tie back to having watched the swearing-in of the current president.  I hope it makes the stories of those early presidents more real.  And if the inaugural address is well-crafted and well-delivered — certainly we've been led to expect a great speech — perhaps it'll lend itself to studying alongside those inaugural addresses made to a newborn United States.

  • The long dark bedtime snack of the soul.

    Meanwhile, Jen at Conversion Diary gives us something else to chew on regarding detachment, food, health, pregnancy, and weight loss as a motivator (maybe the "wrong" motivator for many of us).

    Since the weight loss ended for me a couple of months ago, I've been at loose ends spiritually, and I'm certain that the two are connected.  A friend told me this morning, about her own spiritual life, "I need a jump start;" I practically had to restrain myself from grabbing her about the shoulders and wailing "ME TOO!"

     I wonder if it's as simple as this:   I had a big problem, a spiritual obstacle that consumed my attention, and now that it's been mostly lifted from me, the next problem has fallen into its place in line and I don't know how to attack it or even where to start or what the problem is.  It's like…

    …no, don't say it.  

    Spiritual debugging.

    Yeah, okay,  like that.  

    Occam's razor suggests that I've merely replaced gluttony with more than a dash of good old-fashioned vanity.   Not necessarily the most serious of vices, and one that I plan to shake off eventually… after I am done shopping for all my nice new clothes, and admiring myself in them in the mirror.  The winter wardrobe is done, but I'm not quite done yet.   Spring is just around the corner, after all.

    Did I say that?  This is Minnesota.  

    And no, even though spiritual dry spells seem to be going around like influenza this season, that's not my problem.  "Dry spell" tends to refer to the situation where even one's most fervent prayers seem to be met with no response, no peace, no consolation.  The case where one is apparently too preoccupied or self-important to find time in one's day to pray at all, well, that's rather a different sort of problem.  

    At least I have learned by now that a bowl of Cocoa Krispies will certainly NOT help.  I also suspect that the answer is to be found in doing something rather than in thinking about what to do.   Which probably means it's high time I ended this post.

    [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.]


  • Weight loss miscellany.

    My friend Deanna suggested I'd be interested in "The Blog of Michael R. Eades, M.D."  Eades is a low-carb-diet promoter and the author of the Protein Power series of diet books (plenty of links to those from his pages).

    Clicking around, it looks to me like a decent resource, at least for the low-carb side of things.  A particularly good post:  Gary Taubes, author of Good Calories, Bad Calories (which I sort of reviewed here, and which is now out in paperback) responds to questions from Eades's blog readers.    

    I'm not endorsing all the website's information, as I haven't read enough of it to form a proper judgment — but my first impression is that it's pretty readable.   I'm not really doing the severe-low-carb thing anymore; but I do watch carbs and continue to consume generous amounts of fat.  I lost most of my weight on a 50% fat–25% protein– 25% carb diet.  So I have been helped very much by many of the ideas and suggestions you tend to find on low-carb diet websites.

    Sometime soon I plan to post a list of all the diet resources I can remember reading as part of my weight loss motivation over that six months.  


  • Awesome homemaking blog.

    Like Mother, Like Daughter.  Found via Jen, who linked to a great post about doing the bare minimum.  

    I love the "About Us" on the right sidebar:

    We are mothers and daughters (technically, a mother, four daughters, and a grandmother), spread out along the East Coast (technically, divided between Massachusetts and DC).

    After many unfulfilling phone conversations in which we attempted (with little success) to accurately describe our ongoing projects and domestic triumphs, this blog was born.

    Because it's important to maintain the collective memory.


    Great, no?


    It looks like in recent days they've been writing about meal planning, bill organizing, and laundry among other things.  Check it out.  (I also like writing about such systems and most of that is archived under "Homemaking for Engineers" in my own sidebar.)

  • Cooling comfort.

    Thinking back in this post to my days as an insecure graduate student, constantly certain that I was going to be exposed as an impostor with worthless research, had me thinking  for a moment. 

    I started by googling the name of the person that MrsDarwin called "Mr. Put-Down Eminent Scientist"  (properly, I guess, "Put-Down-Eminent-Scientist-san") to see if I could find out whether he suffered in his home life or not, as she hoped, but I came up empty-handed of evidence either way.    He appears to be doing well professionally.  (Nope, I'm not naming names, and I expect the set of people who could possibly figure out who I'm talking about is small and unlikely to intersect the set of my blog readers.)

    But then I decided to do something else, and I googled some search terms from my thesis.  Hm.

    Despite the fact that I never published the papers I wrote that described my research — my advisor passed away before we got them into publication, and I let them slide away — my 2004 PhD thesis has continued to be cited in ongoing research, not just from my own department.  

    I didn't expect this.    It's a pain and a half to extract information that's only available in a PhD thesis not at your own institution.  They're not yet universally easily searchable the way that journal article abstracts are.  It makes me wonder if maybe it would have been a good idea, and actually useful to people, to try to publish my two measly papers.  

    Here's an interesting story.  I once got named as co-author on a paper I didn't write, back when I was finishing up my thesis.  It was a tip of the hat to me, n0thing more.  My thesis was really a hypothesis.  I raised a question, and then I ran out of time and had to leave it for others to answer. The other named authors were people who were beginning to look for the answer to the question.  My research was the "Background" section of their paper.

    Anyway, the professor who was the principal author of the paper sent me a pre-print as a courtesy.  I was literally packing up the contents of my desk when I got a copy of the pre-print.  It was the first I'd heard that my research was being published by anyone, AND it was the first I'd heard that my name was going to be on somebody's paper as a co-author.  Nobody'd even mentioned it to me, let alone asked me for input.  I suppose that their putting my name on the paper — as second of five authors — was an honorary, an afterthought. 

    I opened the pre-print and read it straight through (standing there in the office surrounded by cardboard boxes of photocopied documents and scribbled notes, a carefully curated archive that I would later carry upstairs to my attic and never open again),  and I found a terrible, glaring mistake.  I can summarize the nature of the error for the non-technical very easily:  my years-long-in-the-formulating hypothesis predicted that, in a certain situation, Outcome A was such-and-such-percent more likely to happen than Outcome B.  And the preprint in my hand, which had my name on it and was just about to be published, had got it backwards, mangling several technical details and in the end announcing that Outcome B was more likely than Outcome A.

    I read it over three times to be sure it wasn't me who was wrong.

    It was late in the evening.  I walked out the door and down the hall, walked without knocking right into the office of the professor who was responsible for this happening (fortunately he was alone), and explained as clearly as I could that the paper was completely backwards and needed to be fixed immediately before it went to publication.

    That was, I think, the only time that I spoke with conviction about the work that I'd done, to an audience of exactly one.  I may have felt like a fraud most of the time, but I knew I was right about this.  I also was acutely aware that if the paper went to publication as is, I'd have documentation of having been a fraud.

    The error was corrected and the paper went to print with the technical details correct.  I admit that I wish my research could have been described in my own words instead of somebody else's, but that is a minor quibble.

    A postscript?   The research group is still working on the question I posed, and intermediate computational results appear to confirm my hypothesis.  That's kind of reassuring to hear, even though having read the papers, I'm not entirely sure that the computational results given are independent confirmation of the ones I produced — I suspect they're more like fancier-looking versions of the same computations I did.  

  • Yes, yes, the pilot did a fantastic job.

    And I don't mean to take away from that at all.  (Especially that he was reportedly the last to leave the plane.)

    But how about a shout-out to the flight attendants and the passengers who operated the emergency exits and helped everyone get out so quickly?

    I like to think that I'd be calm and useful in such a situation.  

    But knowing myself, I'd probably have been like the mother with a baby who was described in some news reports as "crawling over the seats" to get out. 

  • What to expect when your coffee table is teetering.

    Christy P (who blogs here) pointed me to a bit of good news today:  What To Expect When You're Expecting has finally fallen off the NYT bestseller lists.  

    As Christy put it in her email:

    Perhaps the used market or hand-me-down market is finally in equilibrium with the demand?

    Or people have finished leveling out their wobbly furniture?


    Ha!


  • What is it about business trips?

    Not mine, of course. 

     It's been quite a while since I had a business trip.  Considering my new career, I would even count "flying with one of my kids out to visit a friend and her family for the weekend" as a sort of business trip.  Making connections, after all, is what I do. 

     The last time I had a trip paid for by my employer was in the summer of 2001.   It was an academic conference in New Hampshire* that lasted several days.  I brought my nursing baby, and my husband came so he could take care of said baby while I was in the seminars and the poster sessions.   This was one of the famous Gordon Conferences, informal, with dormitory-like housing and common meals.  "Summer camp for scientists," one of my friends described it to me before we went.  

    The conversations and arguments and presentations spilled out of the conference room and into the dining room.  People sketched diagrams on napkins in between bites of lunch.  Late one evening I went downstairs to check the bulletin board and found several fairly eminent researchers in my field clustered around a bottle of Irish Mist and laughing uproariously. 

    Does that sound fun to you?  I hope it does.  Me, I spent the whole week with a sick black hole in the pit of my stomach.  My research wasn't good enough, I was in the wrong place, I just wanted to sink back into the wall and disappear, and the baby made me really, really conspicuous.  Summer camp for scientists — maybe.  For me it felt more like gym class.  Boarding and dining with your fellow conference goers?   The "collegial atmosphere" meant that I couldn't escape, even for the length of a cup of coffee.  Did I mention that I have a deep-seated fear of small talk?  Let alone small talk that might morph into "Oh, your advisor is Dr. S___?  I've known him for thirty-five years!  What's he up to?"

    In one especially horrifying incident conversation among about a dozen researchers at after-dinner coffee, an eminent Japanese researcher — who had studied under my adviser years before —  asked me to describe my research.  I gave my carefully prepared brief summary.  The Japanese scientist, along with the other men and women from industry, academia, and government labs, standing in a tight little circle with their coffee cups, listened to me quietly; and then ended the conversation by saying, "I think Dr. S____'s students are not quite as brilliant as they used to be."

    Pause for a moment and tell me how you might reply to that, friend. 

    I don't think my advisor got his money's worth out of sending me to that conference.  But I sure learned something.

    Hm, I notice that this post has gone a bit off tracks.  I was going to write about Mark's business trip, the one that ends today when he gets home from three days in Missouri, in midafternoon.  I guess I'll write that post some other time.  When I woke up this morning I was feeling sort of grumpy and tense for a variety of reasons having to do with homeschool planning mostly, and now that I have spent a few moments reminiscing about my graduate school days, I feel a lot better about my vocation.  Whew.

    —————

    *The conference depicted in this post is a composite.  Inexplicably, my advisor paid good money to send me to the Gordon Research Conference twice.  The first time I went alone, the second time with my husband and baby.  I have horrifying memories of both. 

  • Pants-wetting moments.

    John Scalzi at Whatever is asking his readers to name the moments, watching movies, when they were laughing so hard they nearly lost control of their bodily functions.

    The comments are a great trip down memory lane if you like funny movies.  I left a comment of my own regarding Dr. Strangelove.  (A less-highbrow movie that I remember had me nearly wetting my pants the first time I saw it was Office Space.    No movie before or since, I am sure, has made more effective use of gangsta rap in the soundtrack.)

    I still haven't seen Little Miss Sunshine, and must make a mental note to rectify that.  There's Something About Mary, too.

  • Leftovers with attitude.

    Mark has been bugging me to put the leftovers on the table more often, because they find their way to the back of the fridge and stay there until they spoil.

    We already have "leftover night" now and again to try to use up all the odds 'n' ends, but I enjoyed the not-at-all stale tips in this post at A Place of Quiet Rest:  The Luscious Leftover Buffet.  

    1. Spread it out! If you have an empty counter, clean it off and spread out the offerings, like a buffet. Everyone likes to make choices, and buffets are super popular with kids.
    2. Divide it up! A single small mug of chili, soup or baked beans is fun to pick up and that way everyone who wants a taste can get one. No one needs to see that messy casserole dish, so dish it up in paper cupcake cups or little custard cups and make it something special.
    3. Swap the cheese! Sometimes the cheese on the top of a casserole gets overbrowned in the process of reheating. I don't feel badly in scraping off a bit of the ugly cheese and putting on fresh. Fresh cheese also dresses up a cup of chili, reheated quiche, a bit of salad or a creamy soup. The same thing goes for leftover pizza – a fresh layer really does something good for reheated pizza.

      

    There are several more tips, and a couple of nice photos, at the link — along with a brief musing on thankfulness for the abundance in our lives.

    (Hat tip:  Meredith from Like Merchant Ships, a blog new to me.)

    When's the best night for Leftover Night?  The conventional wisdom is that it should be the evening before grocery day, since it gives you a chance to clean out the refrigerator to make room for new stuff.  I rather think it should be the evening after you go grocery shopping.  

    (More on my meal planning algorithm.)

    You'll have to look through the fridge to get ready to make your grocery list anyway, and while you're in there you can figure out about how much of what kinds of leftovers you've got.  You can also add to the list any items that'll help round out the buffet — maybe some fresh sliced bell pepper would be great in that leftover hummus, for example.

    Then, you clean out the fridge onto the counter when you get the groceries home, and set up your buffet right after.

    As a bonus, you won't have to shop and cook on the same day.