Monday, December 29, 2014

022 Resolve or not?


Resolve or not?

The expert opinion is that New Year's resolutions are a bad idea--that making resolutions sets you up for disappointment.

I think, however, that a fresh start has appeal.

There is also advice if you are going to make resolutions. Men are more likely to be successful if they set up intermediate goals for each resolution and then keep a checklist of goals.  Women, on the other hand, fare better if they share their plans with their friends.




Neither approach has much appeal.  A checklist is an ugly reminder of the unaccomplished.   (Yeah, isn't that the idea?)  Or, I can imagine my friends closely monitoring my progress on the resolutions I share.  But I guess I am sharing my resolutions after all.  Promise, no gossiping about my progress!




I made many resolutions upon retirement.  Some I have achieved and others get a place on the New Year's resolution lists.

I say lists because I have two categories of New Year Resolutions:

I Can Do This!

Lose weight; eat healthy.
Learn something new--does watching the 
Smithsonian & National Geographic channels count?
     same one every year but I am doing okay . . .
Walk & exercise more.
     as soon as I figure out my Fitbit--stay tuned!
Organize something.
     the key to good resolutions is to make them so broad that you have to attain them!
Read more books.
     I am a librarian!
Make the world a better place.
     well, I do recycle, volunteer, & contribute to worthy causes . . .




Express love and appreciation more often.

     By the way, thanks to all you blog readers! 
[Can I check this one off?]

                                                      

Hah, Hah! [List 2]

Shop less, exercise more.
Isn't shopping Exercise?

Clean more often.
Clean out closets.
Clean out garage.
Weed even when the weather is hot.
Paint the interior trim.
Probably Calvin says it best.



Trish        


  



Sunday, December 21, 2014

021 Let It Snow



Let It Snow!

                                                     
Okay, okay!  You are likely thinking I really do march to a different drummer.  I do love snow! 




Snow makes my imagination come alive. I love the “beautiful sight …as we walk in the winter wonderland.” I can picture a Grandma Moses winter scene, a Currier & Ives Christmas card, an old fashioned sleigh, and smoke from a chimney curling above bare tree limbs sprinkled with sparkly white. For me there is something charming, something calming, and something pure about snow.  






Snow is peaceful.  Snow covers the dead leaves and detritus of barren winter ground.  A sudden snowfall makes the world seem untainted.  









Is there anything more enchanting than our state bird signaling more snow to come!  
                                                                                                                         







Sometimes, instead of these old-fashioned sentimental thoughts, I think of fun.  We have always made snowmen.  Sometimes traditional ones, more often not.   This one, I think, was after much shoveling!  





There is sledding and skiing and an occasional snowball fight. The dogs (including Mad Max) like crusty snow so they can walk on the top – not so happy when they find this doesn’t work.  But neither they nor I really care.  If the door opens they are out in the snow.  Not rain.  They will not deign to put their little paws on wet ground.  Snow is somehow different.  






Maybe the pro-snow attitude is from 35 years of teaching school.  Nothing was better than a snow day before the holidays!  An extra day – a reprieve from the heavens to make cookies, drink tea and read a good book in front of the fire. The gift of time!





If you do not like winter and do not like snow, please have a laugh from these cartoons.









   Happy holidays to all and remember ~




                                                                Glenne      

Sunday, December 14, 2014

020 Holiday Downsizing



Love, hate relationship

Holidays --- I love’em and hate ’em --- both at the same time.

Every year when the holidays roll around, I get the same, familiar feelings --- too much to do, too little time --- what to buy, what to bake, what to wear --- mixed with excitement and anticipation.



I don’t think any of us ever get over the feelings we had as children -- waiting for Santa to come Christmas morning, taking part in programs at school, and attending countless church services to celebrate the season. There is always the feeling of wonder and expectation of giving. And we can never forget the birth of Jesus as the reason for the season.

But as adults those feelings were joined with lists and lists of what had to be done before the arrival of the season.

In my younger years, I remember thinking that all the hype was a conspiracy against women who not only had to take care of the holiday preparations but also fulfill all the normal household duties and work outside the home.

Don’t get me wrong, I love this time of year, but I had to downsize to survive.

I still buy and wrap and bake, but when I hit the senior years. and was still working full time, I made a few adjustments to not totally lose my mind. 




We have stopped putting up an enormous Christmas tree. (We had some that we could barely get into the house and would have to be lopped off to fit our high ceilings.) And taking them out was another real treat with needles scattered so that some would be around through the spring. 

Since we have grandchildren, we made the decision years ago to travel to our children’s homes instead of them coming to our house so decorating is not a priority We add ornaments to a small Norfolk Island Pine tree and it works just fine.

Christmas cards were abandoned many years ago. With social media, I can send greetings via email and Facebook. It is not the same but reduces the time and frustration spent writing, addressing, and mailing.

Wrapping gifts is one job I have not figured out how to improve. But I start at least a week before Christmas and wrap stacks and stacks of boxes until I see the light at the end of the tunnel. And once again the mounds of gifts are ready to be tossed and shaken and ripped open in excited expectation.

I really like the shopping and actually do it all year. Finding just the right item is something I take seriously and won’t stop until the mission is accomplished which can be exhausting!




I also love hearing Christmas carols blaring from radio stations and sounds systems in  retail stores, playing the all-time favorites as well as a few new renditions. There’s nothing like singing along with familiar carols and hearing others joining in. It really helps get the season going.


My traditional cookies, pizzelles, cannot go by the wayside. I start a few days before Christmas and package them as jolly as I can. Off they go to neighbors and friends with a card tucked inside.







This is the first holiday season since I retired so I am hoping it will be a little easier and I will have more time, but I am sure I will always have the feeling of too much to do and too little time.








Even though there is the excitement of what is to come, there is also the letdown after it is over. The days fly by and before you know it, the festivities are over and true winter sets in. All the glitter and glitz is put away until the next year while cold and snow take over. I have always felt it should be extended at least until the middle of January.


All that fuss and muss, and it is over in a blink, but I think that is the way it is supposed to be until the cycle begins again next year. 


I only wish there was a magic wand that could be waved to make all the tasks quicker and easier


Frances C. Lowe      

Monday, December 8, 2014

019 Earworms

Those Songs You Can't Get Out of Your Head


Earworms--almost everyone experiences them, according to researchers. You probably have had a song stuck in your head no matter how hard you try to unstuck it!

I started thinking about this topic because an annoying jingle for Wayfair.com became lodged in my brain. I wasn't aware that I was even paying attention to the commercial, but Wayfair, you've got what I need, kept popping up.





Then, a week later, I started writing this post and could not remember it at all. I had not heard it lately on television so I lost it. Unfortunately, it came back!

Frequent repetition is one way songs enter our brain. I knew I had not been listening to pop music for some time when I saw a list of tunes that earworm studies reported as frequent offenders. For instance, I could not hum any of the titles listed that were by Lady Gaga--"Alejandro," "Bad Romance," "Just Dance," and "Paparazzi."

Another theory about earworms is that when you remember only part of a song, the brain fixates on completing it. We went on vacation with a friend who for two days whistled one part of "Send in the Clowns":    But where are the clowns? Quick send in the clowns. . . . 

Finally on day two, I jumped in: Don't bother they're here! 

He had no idea what he had been whistling and irritating me. 




Hear a beautiful version by Judy Collins: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8L6KGuTr9TI

The self-styled Dr. Earworm, James Kellaris of the University of Cincinnati states that certain songs excite an abnormal reaction in an individual’s brain and the brain tries to process it by repetition. Since all our memories and brains are different, it is no surprise that there is a huge variety in the earworms people report.

My thought on the unresolved song in the brain is to find the lyrics and/or listen to the song on YouTube. That doesn't work well at 2 a.m. so I tried making up lyrics to the parts I could not remember. Once I started thinking about earworms, songs that had plagued me in the past came back. I hate mindless lyrics like Crimson and Clover, over and over. And over and over and over again! 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4-NDc2jRmQ


Or what about 
It's a small world after all, It's a small world after all. . . . 

I don't want to know the rest of these lyrics! It did seem to help to make up inane lyrics to accompany these tunes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9YqCP_B7EU


Another strategy I use is to substitute another song. “Rockin’ Robin” is my standby. It probably works because I have to concentrate to remember the lyrics. After thinking about this strategy, I recently woke up with 
Tweet, tweedle-lee-dee. Tweet, tweedle-lee-dee. Whoops!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvTnrQYRXdY#t=11

Viewing an image, hearing a word, seeing a person or being at an event can also trigger an earworm. A wedding, for instance, may remind you of the music at some other wedding. Researchers who were surveying people at the time of the Michael Jackson trial said there was a big increase in the number of Jackson earworms reported.


I hear the words respect and satisfaction emphasized in an uttered sentence and you know what happens!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAI_Nv3qWto
Daniel Levitin of McGill University thinks earworms are a natural outcome of evolution when remembering oral information such as what plants are poisonous was a necessity. One more piece of research—concentrating on a mental task such as crosswords, Sudoku or anagrams was found to be fairly successful in combating those pesky worms. If I haven’t overwhelmed you with research, a lot more can be found at the Earworm Project: 

Have I infected you with an earworm? Or were you already afflicted? 



Let us know your personal bedevilments!

Trish      

Sunday, November 30, 2014

018 Lefties


Left Handed in a Right-Handed World

Scientists identify and study different functions of the left and right halves of our brain.  The left brain controls the right side and the right half controls the left body side.  Thus, the old tired joke that “left-handed people are in their right minds.” 

Moreover, science validates that the right side of the brain influences and deals with big picture concepts and complex relationships. Some psychological studies suggest that this helps lefties with multi-tasking and with dealing with many different kinds of people and personalities. We’re a versatile group!

Looking at left-handed studies on the internet, the statistic for being left handed is as low as 8% or as high as 30% depending on the criteria used.  My criterion is that left handedness means to write with and/or use the left hand for manual tasks.  Studies do not even agree when hand preference appears.  Some say at birth; others say as late as four years old.  

Okay.  First grade.  The  
teacher shall remain 
nameless.  She was
was not a favorite. 
My paper turned
the wrong way.  I  
didn't hold the
right. (Remember
those big, fat, over-
sized dark-red pencils?) 
And there were those desks made for right-handed little people.  So there I am, hunched in my desk to get my left hand situated to work, and an adult hand turns me and my paper to suit her.  This was not an auspicious start to school.  

Thank goodness, my father was a leftie who had been “ruler smacked” to become right handed. (Nobody, not even his mother, could read his writing which looked like the proverbial dead chicken had walked across the page.)

The primary grades did not get a lot better.  Good thing I loved to read.  Artsy crafty projects were not my strong suit.  My thumb did not fit in the scissors and their blunt blades did not help cutting either.  The only good thing about cutting and pasting was the smell of the purple mimeograph fluid and that white paste. 

A couple of final words about school days.  The outside of the left hand will always be dirty – silvery from pencil or smeared with ink. 


Notebooks all had the spiral edge or staples on the left side. Some progress is being made as now one can order left-handed notebooks and scissors. 
                                                                                     
Left handedness has some advantage in some sports.  Lefties psych out their opponents with a seemingly “wrong hand” image opposing them. “Southpaws,” as they are sometimes called, seem to be better than average pitchers. Warren Spahn, Whitey Ford, Tom Glavine and even Babe Ruth pitched a few left handed games. To baseball fans, big names!

There is, however, no advantage that I could find with power tools. [More left handers lose fingers in accidents with tools than right handers said a report from Baylor University.] There is certainly no advantage to being a lefty with a can opener or even our Keurig coffee machine with the buttons on the right side.  Forget ironing.  I have knocked many an iron off the ironing board by tangling the cord.  

And then there are the string musicians.  Bless their hearts.  Learn to play right handed or get your instrument restrung. Those are your options!




We American left handers are luckier though than those living in Africa and much of the Far East:  It is offensive to do anything with your left hand except in your bathroom.  Don’t pass food or eat with the left hand.  Don’t wave either or hail a cab with the left hand.  You will be considered unclean and carry a cultural stigma like a big scarlet letter L on your chest.  

This stigma goes a long way back in history.  “Left” harks back both to the Anglo-Saxon “lyft” meaning weak and to “sinistra” from the Latin with all the connotations of sinister attached.  Think about the boss introducing his “right hand man.” 

Annoying, too, are the looks and remarks from friends, relatives and acquaintances. Yes, if I sit beside you at dinner, I might knock elbows with you at some point.  I will say, “Sorry,” and you will ask, “Are you left handed?”  

This pie chart describes 
usual comments better than I.

There is now a National Left-Handers Day celebrated on August 13.  If you, too, are left handed, know that you are in interesting company:  Benjamin Franklin, Albert Einstein, Henry Ford, Mozart, Mark Twain, Fred Astaire, Bill Gates (and John Dillinger, O.J. Simpson, and Fidel Castro) are just a few in a long list of famous names.

Glenne           

Sunday, November 23, 2014

017 Sept 11 Museum


Going back to the Twin Towers site

September 11 Memorial Museum

A recent visit to the September 11 Memorial Museum in lower Manhattan in New York City was something we wanted to do but dreaded.






We quickly discovered the representation of one of the most horrendous events in the history of the United States was well done with a factual account interlaced with compassion and feeling.  

We walked in the remnants and columns of the original foundation and the footprint where the majestic Twin Towers of the World Trade Center had stood. We walked near a portion of the Versey Street “Survivors Stairs” which thousands used to survive the monstrous attacks.

A wall of photos with interactive computer terminals held images of those who lost their lives that day, not only in New York City, but also at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. and 
in a field in Pennsylvania, as well as a previous attack on the towers in 1993. 



We searched and found the photos and information about Clarke County residents, Bud and Dee Flagg, who were on the plane that crashed into the Pentagon. We had known them through mutual friends and shared the loss of two great community members. 


The atmosphere was somber but not oppressive. It told the story exactly as we remembered with news clips, artifacts, and many video accounts. An ambulance that had sped to the towers to assist is part of the exhibit to display the magnitude of the damage.


The Twin Towers before 9/11


Our visit was very moving as we remembered the many 
times we had visited the Twin Towers when we drove
to the Big Apple a couple of times each year. 

We would start our visit after a five-hour drive, pulling into a parking lot or if lucky into an on-street spot near the Towers. We trekked to the buildings in search of a cup of coffee and then headed to the elevators to reach the top.

Often we walked around on the top floor which had windows encircling the space. Writing on the glass would point out the highlights of the city. The Statue of Liberty in the harbor reminded me of my Italian grandparents who had entered the country through Ellis Island more than 100 years ago. 

On a clear, windless day the outside deck was open and you could walk on top of the building --- an amazing feeling. I would stay in the center of the walkway with a brave face not to show any fear of heights. I thought of the French man who walked on a high-wire between the towers in 1974 and how brave he had to be to perform such an incredible feat.

When the terrorist attack took place that horrible day, 9-11-2001, we were stunned, shocked, dismayed, and perturbed by the sheer magnitude of what we watched unfold. We had stood on those very floors that came tumbling down in a matter of minutes.

My husband wanted to go the weekend after the attacks, but I did not think it was a good idea. We waited a few months before going back. We visited many times after the attacks, watching as the work a the site progressed.

I had accompanied a high school student tour many years ago and we took the students to the World Trade Center. We arrived on a Friday afternoon and were absolutely amazed at the mass of humanity streaming from the floors of the center. That image stayed with me as I watched the attacks unfolding and the horrible aftermath and thought of those thousands of people trying to get out.

This summer, we knew it was the right time to visit the museum. We went online and got tickets for the Saturday morning we would be there. We were first in line when it opened.

It is a grim reminder of what can happen in this period of history as terrorist attacks have become more common, but also a beacon of hope that we can rebuild as the new tower recently opened. 


The attacks did not stop this country and did not ruin us. We keep on and never fade. One of the greatest cities in the one of the greatest countries in the world survived and is even stronger.

For more info, visit 911memorial.org.

Frances C. Lowe

Sunday, November 16, 2014

017 Grapenuts?


Who Moved My Grape-nuts?


Back when I was a librarian in academic libraries and wrote to achieve tenure and promotions, I wrote an article about the research on “you-are-here” maps (known in research circles as YAH maps—everything is an acronym). The late cartoonist Tom Wilson did many, many cartoons of Ziggy standing in front of YAH maps. My favorite was the one in which the map was upside down to the correct view from Ziggy’s perspective so he was standing on his head to read it. 


Anyway delving into this research led me to the psychology studies about individuals developing mental maps of their environment in order to make their way through it. That research led me further down the path of arcana to the world of research about how to design grocery stores and the placement of products within them to get people to spend more money and to buy a specific product. Really!

When I discovered that all Post cereal products had been moved from the front of the row to the back in my local grocery store, I could imagine some young whippersnapper market researcher’s findings on my Grape-nuts: “Our research has shown that only old people buy Grape-nuts. They are pulling down our entire product line. Supermarkets are moving Post cereals to the back of the store.”

Actually Grape-nuts have been around since 1897. In 1933, Post Grape-Nuts sponsored Sir Admiral Byrd’s expedition to Antarctica. Grape-nuts was part of soldiers’ rations in the South Pacific during World War II since the cereal survived jungle conditions easily. Many of us remember Grape-nuts sponsoring the Andy Griffith Show with Andy and Don Knotts plugging the cereal during commercial breaks. 


But do you see any commercials for traditional Grape-nuts now-a-days? Look at today’s Cheerios commercials. They are celebrating their history. Of course, they have babies with Cheerios in plastic bags, a market that keeps being reborn! Chex cereals have a multitude of flavors and most are gluten free. Tony the Tiger is still going strong. I am afraid Post is letting my cereal die a natural death. 


If you go to the Post page, there are plenty of marketing angles there: “Grape-Nuts is packed full of goodness. Made with all natural ingredients and fortified with vitamins and minerals, a half-cup serving of Grape-Nuts Original cereal is an excellent source of fiber and provides 100% of your day’s whole grains.” 

We like Grape-nuts because of the whole grains and because it adds a great crunch to morning yogurt. Just as in the jungle, it doesn’t get soggy in yogurt. When I talk Grape-nuts to others, everyone mentions the crunch and that it is a great topping for many things. Market that!

At one time Grape-nuts was the seventh-most popular cereal in the country. According to Wikipedia, it held less than 1% of the market in 2005. There is so much diversity in the cereal market now from breakfast bars to granola to a plethora of hot cereals that all market shares have diminished.

But Grape-nuts should continue . . . Don’t let me find myself in the grocery store:


Trish