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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 ~]; 4 pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation; 5 the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].
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I’d say “Get over yourself,” except that….
…if you ask me, several of the people quoted in this article are displaying signs of mental illness.
If you decide never to speak to someone again because of a refrigerator magnet, you’ve got a problem that goes far beyond perspective.
h/t Althouse.
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Time with children.
So according to a new study (registration required), modern mothers "on average" spend more time with their children now than they did in the 60s.
Anne Manne exposes the shady statistics, inspired by the (completely nonsensical — think about it) statement that mothers back then spent less than ELEVEN hours per week with children.
How can that be?
Short answer: the researchers only counted time spent doing NOTHING ELSE at the same time. Folding laundry while helping your son with his homework? Doesn’t count as "time with children."
What SLACKERS those multitasking 60’s moms were.
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Looking for an oddball volunteer project?
I’ve been having some fun lately doing volunteer proofreading for Project Gutenberg through Distributed Proofreaders.
Project Gutenberg makes public-domain text available online as e-books. There are at least 19,000 books available as of this writing. If there’s an old book you’ve been meaning to read, and you suspect it’s in the public domain, it’s always worthwhile checking the online catalog to see if it’s available. (For example, I just searched for The Confessions of Saint Augustine, Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, Whitman’s poetry volume Leaves of Grass, Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, and Orthodoxy by G. K. Chesterton and found all of them. Two that I searched for, Newton’s Opticks and Andre Gide’s La symphonie pastorale, aren’t there yet.)
Distributed Proofreaders, aka DP, has in an in-house wiki with all the information you might want about it. The article "Getting Started" describes its mission:
We rescue out-of-copyright (and frequently out-of-print) books and convert them to "electronic texts" that can be read by people on most computers or on hand-held devices such as PDAs or e-text readers. The books we choose to work on are ordinary books from all over the world; some are classics, some are not. Every one of them was interesting enough that someone — or many someones, like you! — invested a great deal of time scanning, checking and double-checking the text and illustrations before sending it out to the world via Project Gutenberg.
It’s "Distributed" because the work of proofreading is spread out amongst our volunteers: anyone can do as much or as little as they please. This site provides a web-based method of easing the work associated with accurately proofreading and formatting Public Domain books. By breaking the work into individual pages many proofreaders can be working on the same book at the same time. This significantly speeds up the proofreading/e-book creation process.
Having worked on four or five different projects now, I highly recommend DP as a volunteer hobby.
All the annoying bits have been automated. After a volunteer logs on, he sees a list of links to projects in various stages. Links to projects on which he’s unqualified to work are automatically deactivated until he meets the requirements (e.g., minimum numbers of pages completed, passing of proofreading quizzes). Some projects are expressly reserved for beginners.
After the volunteer clicks on a suitable project, a multiframe window opens. One frame is an image of a page scanned from a book; another frame is an ASCII text. A third contains dropdown menus, buttons, and links.
The volunteer checks and corrects the ASCII text, which starts as the raw output of optical character recognition (OCR) software. When the page is done, a single click saves it, sends it to the next "round," and retrieves another.
Each page passes through several rounds before the whole project is submitted to Project Gutenberg. A beginner can work only in round "P1," the first round of proofreading, in which he endeavors to catch the OCR software’s mistakes (called "scannos" in an analogous if imprecise formation from "typos"). As a volunteer accumulates experience, he can move to round "P2" and then to the formatting rounds "F1" and "F2" where italics, paragraph indents, and other fine-tuning is added. There are also post-processing rounds, and some special rounds, too, e.g., for material that can’t be processed with the OCR software and has to be typed in. Seasoned volunteers can serve as project managers.
And, of course, anyone can provide content — all you need is an old book (check first to make sure it’s not copyrighted!) and a scanner.
Some of the material is technical in nature and needs to be typeset with LaTeX, which is an area of special expertise with me. I think I will enjoy working on that, later on. But alas, I am still a beginner, and need to accumulate more pages!
Meanwhile, I’m having fun doing a page here and a page there while I surf or blog. I’ve worked on a couple of children’s books, a literature textbook in French, and a volume of poetry. Incidentally, you don’t have to speak a language to proofread it in the earliest rounds — I could work on books in Tagalog or Hmong if I wanted to — because all you need to do is make sure the string of ASCII characters matches the text in the scanned image.
It strikes me as a worthwhile volunteer project for older kids and teens, especially the ones who might be interested in careers in information technology, editing, or whatever "library science" will be called in coming years. Such work could also be incorporated into a foreign-language curriculum.
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Wait a few years.
Oscar, age six, playing with his baby sister, wistfully: "I wish I had a magic wand that would make babies."
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Sometimes flexibility is cheating in disguise.
Like early-morning bike rides, like rosaries, reading aloud to my children seems like a chore until I’ve been at it for a few minutes. After that I wonder why I don’t do it more often.
So I schedule "reading aloud" into the school day. And it’s the first thing we do each morning, a boy cuddled on either side of me while the baby nurses, a cup of coffee or tea on the side table. I have a target for each day (Wednesdays, twenty minutes; Tuesdays, seventy minutes) and a list of readings I want to accomplish each week (one or two chapters from this book, six or seven pages from that one) as well as a stack of library books, picture books, and "chapter books" that we dip into as the spirit moves us.
Wednesday morning Oscar (6) was up early and Milo (3) slept late, and I thought of trying to work closely with Oscar on math when Milo is tugging at my clothes, and said: "Let’s do math first, while Milo is asleep. We can do reading aloud after he wakes up later." Oscar protested, but I insisted. I should be flexible, taking advantage of the opportunities for quiet work as they present themselves.
Well, of course, Milo eventually got up, and then there was breakfast, and then there was some other thing that came up, and it kept getting put off, and I never did do the reading that day.
Before I decide to be flexible, I should remember how far I can actually bend.
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Inadvertent advertising for Catholicism.
Mary Kochan describes two advertisements, one for a chemical company, one for an insurance company: "My point in mentioning these ads is not to endorse the companies. What is pertinent here is that these short TV spots are miniature examples of how to put Catholic doctrine on film without so much as a mention of God or the Church or faith."
Pay attention, bishops and vocations directors.
(h/t Amy)
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I did it!
I made it to the coffee shop on a Saturday morning. Baby’s asleep in the rebozo; I scored the corner table next to the power strip; I have a sixteenouncedarkroastnoroomforcream in a steaming mug next to my laptop. Also my belly is full of eggs and fried plantains from the Cuban restaurant up the street, where I stopped on my way here. Could anything be sweeter at eight forty-five a.m.?
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As depressing as it gets, at least regarding toy yetis.
Matt Baldwin laments the sorry state of the world upon discovering the terrible truth on the tag of an adorable stuffed toy "yeti":
Star Wars?, thought I. There were no yetis in Star Wars. Only then did I realize the truth. This was no yeti, this was a Wampa Ice Creature, the creature that savagely attacked Luke Skywalker on the planet of Hoth, nearly killing the young Jedi and snuffing out the hopes of the fledgling rebellion.
My god, what are we teaching this generation of children?
Read the rest.
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A term I’ve been searching for.
"The coffee bootstrap problem."
Addiction is a sad thing.
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Broom and board.
Eric at Square Zero, a formerly-Roman and now-Byzantine Catholic, points out the peculiarly Western Catholic charms of a couple of statues of Mary and Joseph.
Here is a touching little domestic scene of the Holy Family—and it struck me that this is the sort of thing one would never expect to see in an icon. Not that there aren’t elements of domestic tenderness in icons—one thinks of the sandle dangling from the foot of infant Jesus in the icon Panagia “Formidable Protection” (or Our Lady of Perpetual Help)—but they are rendered in a subtlely symbolic way, nothing so mundane as a broom. It is hard to imagine a broom in the iconic hands of the Theotokos.
I like the picture of the sandal in the icon, which Eric provides.
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Not a nice way to die.
Horrific elevator accident at my alma mater:
Polakowski was the last of the 24 people to squeeze into the 6-foot-by-6-foot elevator about 11:20 p.m. That’s when the car, estimated to be at least 800 pounds overloaded, plummeted with its doors still open, investigators said.
As someone shouted that the elevator was falling, Polakowski tried to jump or step back up onto the third floor, said Assistant Chief Rick Amweg, of OSU police. …
The elevator didn’t stop dropping until it wedged the 18-year-old Polakowski against the floor of the third-floor lobby, Amweg said.
I lived in a different dorm that was built around the same time, and I can easily see how this happened.

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