Just days to go

This time eight days from now we'll be asleep in bed at the beach. I can't wait.

Yours, in anticipation of the sand,
N.

Pizza!

Finally managed to get to make pizza this evening -- the first time since July 4th, I believe. It was good, too. And LOML has a new favourite choice of toppings: tomato sauce, cheese and sauteed onions.

Yours, crustily,
N.

Still no pizza dough

but at least this afternoon I got a nap.

Tomorrow, perhaps, the dough will rise again.

Yours, too exhausted to write any more,
N.

Where's the bread?

Yet another day without baking. I'd intended to make dough for pizza today, to bake tomorrow: but the day got in the way, and we've been invited to friends for dinner tomorrow evening, so perhaps tomorrow afternoon I'll get to it.

Finally today we got a decent rainfall -- of course, it got the second half of the swimming lesson cancelled, but that's okay. The teacher -- who hadn't taught Boo and Skibo since last year -- was thrilled with their progress -- to the extent that she's scratching her head to come up with what to teach Boo that she hasn't already mastered.

As for me, I spent much of the day setting up a new tablet pc, running XP, and inventing new swear words to express my frustration: every time you turn around it needs to be rebooted: I have to log on as a privileged user every time I want to install something (instead of having a sudo-style solution, where I can grant myself temporary superuser privileges for the sole purpose of installing a piece of software). Still, the hardware seems nice, if a little slow (which could be that it's running XP, but could also be that it takes more to run the tablet screen than a regular laptop screen: I don't know). At some point I'd like to see what linux can do on the box. Soon.

Yours, XPeeved, but not too badly,
N.

You are wronged, you are in the right. Now apologize

I was struck by Robin Wells' piece in the Huffington Post today, on the Skip Gates affair, that this is something that LOML and I are facing every day.

Wells makes the case that Gates missed the opportunity to be the bigger person, to sit down the police officer who he thought was mistreating him, to speak calmly instead of getting mad, to reason rather than argue, and to quietly explain instead of shouting.
Now, other than the fact that Gates was just back from a long trip, and may have had tiredness getting in the way, it reminded me of the conversations I have almost daily with Boo and Skibo, trying to persuade each of them that, yes, they may have been wronged by their sibling, but wouldn't it be better if they didn't escalate the situation? Wouldn't they like to be the better person for once, and be kind and nice in the face of sibling meanness?

It's not worked yet. And I can see why it didn't in Cambridge, Mass, a week or so ago.

And unfortunately, it seems to me that Obama's "come sit down and talk over a beer" has the risk of being as effective as our attempts to get Boo and Skibo to hug and make up.

Yours, hoping for reconciliation,
N.

Oh, what a lovely day

This was really a lovely day --- we started by going for our regular Sunday morning constitutional in the botanical gardens, early enough that the weather was reasonably only hot. Then at 1, when the pool opened, we we went swimming. I left after an hour, and went to the show for all of the art camp students from the past four weeks (including my origami class from this past week): I handed out a sheet of information about books and websites that I'd intended to give them on Friday and forgot --- and I got to tell their parents what a lovely job they'd all done.
Then on to our bookstore friends for a lovely late afternoon and dinner.

Just a perfectly lovely day. And now the children are asleep, and I have my choice between Miss Marple and Doctor Who.

Yours, opting for the mystery,
N.

Continuing the paean to their brilliance

Boo today decided that she'd learn to dive off the diving board. And did. Brilliantly. Beautifully, wonderfully, cleanly.
Skibo decided he'd try (at 4 years old) to do what his sister first tried weeks ago, and attempted to dive.
They are going to be amazing, both of them.
Oh, and LOML, with a new pair of googles, discovered a new found skill: swimming underwater!

Yours, proud of all three.

Swimming races

I'm still able to beat Boo in a swimming race. This is no small feat, the way she's developing as a swimmer. I think that the fact that my arms and legs are twice as long as hers probably give me a little bit of an advantage. This year.
I'm guessing that it will be less than a year before she can beat me -- her strokes are beautiful, and she seems tireless. A lovely swimmer. And Skibo's going to be coming up right behind her --- he's 21 months younger, but I think that he may be a better swimmer now than she was 12 months ago.

Yours, maintaining an edge for a few months....
N.

TGIO

The week is done. I'm exhausted, completely wiped, intellectually and physically.
I think that the origami camp participants had a great time this week -- many of them were trying to persuade me to run classes during the fall or the spring, which I'd certainly contemplate doing: once a week for an hour or so is rather less intimidating than three contact hours per day (plus setup) for a week.

But for now, it's done. And I'm glad. I'll go along on Sunday to meet-and-greet the students, and hear their parents talk about how impressed they are with the pieces the students folded (there will be a bunch of stuff on display) --- but that is it for the next few weeks. At least for that. There's still another eight days of classes to get through in the morning before life is free again.

Yours, semi-free,
N.

Four days down, one to go

Day four is done --- and I am ready for this hectic week to be over.
Today I let the students decide what they wanted to fold -- with the result that I was running around the room helping four or five different projects at once. Not so successful. But still, smiles all round on the students' faces.
Tomorrow, I'll only have eight --- and the one missing is the youngest student, who is one of the ones who needs the most help. As such it will end up being a little easier on me, I think.

Yours, updating on this for the penultimate time,
N.

Day three of the origami camp

We've met now for three days, and it has gone well. Now I just need to get through the remaining three days.
This will be easy, unless they decide that they all want to fold something harder than they are ready for -- and several of them have already indicated that they do want that. I guess that I'm going to have to keep all the hard diagram books away from them for the next two days...
Yours, trying to negotiate what they want and what they can do,
Neil

Day two

Art camp, day two. The participants are of diverse abilities, and this is going to make it difficult, especially on Thursday and Friday when my very talented assistant is going to be replaced with someone else -- someone who may or may not ever have folded a piece of paper.
Still, I will try my best. But I feel disinclined to try to teach it again. Perhaps by the end of the week I'll feel differently.

Yours, somewhat pessimistically,
N.

Proposing, modestly

Since the figures in the Wall Street Journal show that upper incomes rose by much more than those for the rest of the country over the past five years: essentially, 50% growth for those at the top, 25% overall (including the growth at the top, so it averages out to much less for the lower percentiles): perhaps it is time to index the portion of income subject to payroll taxes to something other than inflation. Let's index it, say, to the 99.9th percentile of income. Or if you want to be incredibly generous to the rich, to the 99th percentile. That way, when the rich get richer and the rest get screwed, at least the contribution from the wealthy to social security will increase.

Yours, angling for an even better cutoff: 100th percentile,
N..

First origami class of the summer camp

The first class is under my belt: I had nine students and one assistant, who, although she'd done little origami before, was quite capable of picking it up very quickly and assisting teaching the younger students.
Of the nine, two are perhaps a little weaker than the rest -- and they are probably the youngest too: the ages range from 7 to 12. Today they all made houses, benches doves, masu boxes and cranes: all relatively simple models, and in the case of the cranes, some assistance was required by some of them,
But by and large their abilities seem good, and I think that I can enjoy --- and get them to enjoy --- the week. At least they all left with big smiles on their faces this afternoon!

Yours, pleased with the day,
N.

Amazing progress

Boo and Skibo have come such a long way in their diving and jumping, respectively, in just a day. Yesterday Skibo discovered he could jump of a diving board, and that he could do so with abandon. Boo discovered she could dive off the edge. And today they've taken their discoveries and swum with them. I can't wait to see what they do next:-)

Yours, on board,
N.

Forty years ago today

I remember my father and mother getting me up at an ungodly hour of the day to watch the first moon landing. I was old enough that I remember it still, but young enough that the memories are faded, twisted, and could even have been constructed of whole cloth.
It was, nonetheless a tremendously exciting time --- I look back on it, and wonder what will inspire the children of today, or, indeed, what has inspired the children in the interim. It would be nice to think that there were similar watershed moments for other generations.

Yours, still breathless with wonder,
N.

Swimming, furniture and origami

Last week LOML and I found a rather nice patio table, at a very reasonable price, and we decided that, in the hope of making sure it lasts a little bit, we should coat it with an appropriate polyurethane varnish. So this morning, on the deck, we set to moving umbrellas (no direct sun) and sanding and painting with varnish. This evening it is dry to the touch, so perhaps in a day or two we can put another coat on.
Yesterday, LOML drove to town and picked up chairs for it as well: we've put two together so far -- out of eight -- and perhaps in the next day or three we'll do the rest.

Swimming was next on the agenda today: both Boo and Skibo were keen to jump off the diving board --- although Boo is not yet comfortable diving off it, and Skibo would only contemplate jumping if I was holding his hand as he went in. So over the course of half an hour or so (being pagans on Sunday means we can take advantage of otherwise-empty pool hours!) I worked with him, having him jump from the side holding my hand, then from the board holding my hand, then from the side without my holding him, until he was cheerfully running off the board and jumping in without me.
Boo learned how to dive quite nicely from a semi-kneeling, semi-standing position, turning nicely over an outstretched arm to slice into the water. She's up for another week's swimming lessons, which I hope will include some more diving instruction. Skibo's going to have to miss them, since he's having a week of pre-kindergarten camp/instruction/preschool. Still, they'll both have lessons the following week.

I'm due to teach origami camp starting tomorrow, for 3 hours a day for a week. I'm hoping it will go well, but as with all new classes, in a new environment, with students I've no clue about, I'm a bit nervous. But sure all will work out.

Yours, in the midst of everything,
N.

Blatant blog theft

I'm upset to hear that a friend of my had her blog stolen.
Someone had been taking her words and reposting them as their own.

Fortunately I am free from the possibility of this ever happening. For a start, my words are less theft-worthy than hers: and secondly, with ideas like mine, who would want to claim them?

Yours, happy the theft was noticed, and apparently thwarted,
N.

Deja vu all over again

Yesterday, I complained, amongst other things, about Amazon's proprietary format. Today, in a somewhat related story....

Yours, prescient on very few things.... but on this one...
N.

RIP YA

Resquiat in pace, yet again.
Another "icon" is gone.
Walter Cronkite, once the most-trusted person in the US, died at the age of 92 today. And while I'm sad for his family and friends, and even those who never knew him or met him, but grew up with him, at the same time, let's remember: he was in his nineties! He's had a fuller life than most! Let's not mourn: let's celebrate a life well lived.

Oh, and news programs, let's celebrate for just a day or five, please? Not like with MJ.

Yours, celebrating a life tonight,
N.