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I stayed home from work on Tuesday.

While this may seem like the beginnings of a tell-all confessional, just be glad that it’s not. I’ve been fighting a stomach bug for the past couple of days, and it’s not the variety of stomach bug that you might be thinking.

And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

One of the benefits of staying home from work on Tuesdays is not having to be in Manhattan in enough time to find a free (i.e., on the street) parking place with plenty of time left to walk up to my building and get to class by 8:05. Typically, that involves leaving my house right about the time that the kids stumble bleary-eyed out of their rooms.

Tuesday, then, was different. Since I had been up half the night already, I was more than happy to help Hyrum get dressed while Michelle was doing Chloe’s hair.

He’s been struggling recently with doing his own pants. He conquered the hook-and-clasp type pretty handily, but those darn snaps have proven just a bit too tough for him. That all changed on Tuesday. On Tuesday, as I was walking over to him, offering to snap his pants and already reaching out to finish the job, he took a step back and fixed a mighty eyeball on that snap. He maneuvered the snaps into position, flexed his muscles, and pop.

His eyes came straight up to mine, bright and victorious. I started in on the praise, laying it on as thickly and sincerely as I could for what was a victory a long time in the making. I raised my hand to give him a high five, his most favored celebration, and he reared back, ready to once again attempt to pound my hand into something resembling a fine cut of tender steak.

Just before releasing the cocked hammer, he looks me in the eyes and says, with the air of someone who noticed the hand buzzer right before shaking someone’s hand,

Hey, you’ve got sickies!

His mother has trained him well.

get out the vote!

Okay people, this is an extremely important call to action here: It’s time to be active, people. It’s time to find your voice and express it. For far too long, too many of us have sat back and allowed the active minority to decide our fate for us. No more, I say! Rise with me, and make your voices heard! I mean, if you don’t vote for my adorable picture, who will?

Seriously, who?!

love is (a) blind(er)

One of the apparent benefits of graduating from UCLA is the inevitable Alumni Association newsletter emails. Normally, these aren’t worth the cost of the email (to me), but occasionally, something truly interesting comes across the void.

For example, in the March 2008 volume, there was one story that caught my eye: “‘Hotties’ not so hot when you’re in love.” I clicked through and read the story and found something that was not all together surprising, though extremely insightful.

In this study, the research team at UCLA, working with a team from eHarmony.com, gathered a number of highly-rated pictures from a dating website (so, we’re talking about the ‘hotties’ of the bunch) and a bunch of undergraduates that were in committed relationships. Each of these undergrads was shown a picture of a ‘hottie’ of the opposite sex and asked to look at it for a certain amount of time.

Then, after giving the picture back to the researchers, they were asked to write an essay. One third of the students wrote about anything they wanted (this was the control group), another third wrote about a time that they felt a great amount of love for their partner, and the last wrote about when they were extremely attracted sexually to their partner.

Basically, aside from the control group, they were recalling extreme feelings of either love or lust.

While they were writing, they were told not to think about the hottie, but that, if they did, to simply put a check mark in the margin of their paper.

After the essay, they were asked to recall any details about the hottie that they studied at the beginning.

The results were quite interesting: those students actively recalling moments of love for their partners (remember: love here is not equal to attraction or lust) were 6 times less likely than the control group and 4 times less likely than the lust group to think of the attractive hottie that they had just been told not to think about. Now, I don’t know about you, but if someone tells me not to think about something, that just makes it all the more likely that I will. Don’t believe me? Just think about the last time someone said, “Don’t look now but…” What’s the first thing you did? You looked.

After the essays, when asked to recall details about the hottie, students who wrote about love had a difficult time recalling attractive features of the hottie and typically provided much more general information about the location of the picture or the color of clothing the person was wearing instead of details regarding anything that typically attracts a person’s attention, like their eyes, hair, skin, muscles, cleavage, or the like.

Clearly, lust is not love, and romantic love is not sexual desire. While desire or lust may attract us to a particular person, it is love that prevents us from being drawn somewhere else. Love is, essentially, a blinder that dulls the attractiveness that we perceive in others. It helps us maintain those partnerships that we have formed, the families that we have started.

This has got me to thinking about how many people fall into the trap of infidelity, or who fall out of love with their spouse.

Might there be some application of this study to my life? I’m sure there is.

The one thing that jumped almost immediately to mind is keeping a journal. If we were to record somewhere those things that remind us of the love that we feel for our spouses (be it something they do or say or how they act), we would have a fairly steady reminder of why we have chosen the person we did, keeping those feelings of love fresh and effective in blunting whatever attraction we might have otherwise felt for another. It would be a protective barrier against intrusion into our hearts.

I’m curious: what other ideas do you have? How do you maintain an active remembrance of the love you feel for your partner? Leave your comments and suggestions below; I’d love to hear them.

how to care for an infant

I recently found a wonderful set of instructions for new parents that are just fantastic: clear, concise, very difficult to misunderstand. They may also serve as a helpful refresher for seasoned veterans as well. Or as a preview for single folk not even ready to think about settling down.

Heck, just click the link already.

Just one caveat, though: when you read these, just make sure that you’re not drinking anything. Or attending a funeral. Or a disciplinary hearing. Or in a library. Or are around people with violent reactions to laughter.

Does that all count as one caveat?

Whatever…go learn something.

new online resource

Tired of all the dust and general ickiness that’s been building up on your computer monitor? Can’t be bothered to find a clean cloth and some cleaner to get rid of it? Well, now you can get rid of all that mess with a fantastic, new, internet-delivered screen cleaning.

That’s right: your screen can be cleaned through a recently developed utility that downloads quickly and goes right to work. There’s no complicated installation, and because it’s internet-delivered, it doesn’t hog any system resources. When you’re done, just close your browser and you won’t have to worry about it. Your screen will (virtually) be as good as new!

Give it a shot. You’ll never go back to the old school, analog, rag-and-cleaner system again!

At least, not until after you stop laughing.

Yeah, I knowthem’s fightin’ words.

But it’s true. I mean, most kids’ music is in no way fit for adult consumption. As in, it will make them pull their hair out, scream in anguish, and quite possible drool.

In an effort to reduce this possible source of stress in your life, I want to introduce you to quite probably the coolest band to produce kids’ music, and it’s probably not who you might think: They Might Be Giants.

That’s right: the geek-rock band born in the 80s is still alive and kicking out some incredible music. The thing is, they’ve grown up (a little). Sure, they still have their 18+ only concerts, foul language included. But now, they also have kids, and so they started writing songs that they felt that kids and adults could listen to together without either of the other going into fits.

It started in 2002 with their debut family album with a familiar title: No! My review: It rocks. The songs are musically very catchy and thematically very in tune with the juvenile psyche.

After pairing up with Disney Sound, they followed that family offering up in 2005 with Here Come the ABCs, another fantastic album musically that, if you haven’t guessed already, focuses on the alphabet. This CD was paired with a DVD featuring fun animated music videos of all the songs on the CD. Many of these songs deserve heavy rotation in anyone’s favorite playlist. The very catchy song “Alphabet of Nations” has even been taken live to Conan O’Brien and Craig Ferguson.

Just this month, again partnering with Disney Sound, they released another CD/DVD gem, Here Come the 123s, and I am honestly refreshed by the sound. I should probably admit that I was hopelessly won over by their marketing campaign long before the album was released. Around the beginning of the year, TMBG announced that they would be running a free, “Friday Night Family Podcast,” in which they would post a music video each week from their new DVD. I was instantly hooked. After the first couple weeks they expanded this by adding a music video from their previous family album at the end of each of their soon-to-be-released ditties, and that just sweetened the deal.

In an effort to win you away from the Dark Side of Kiddie Rock and into the light, may I present a few copyright-infringing videos lovingly hosted by the many minions over at YouTube (in numerical order):

The funk-i-fied disco stylings of “High Five!”:

“Seven Days of the Week (I Never Go to Work)” gets major bonus points for inclusion of the phrase “and Sunday’s the day of rest” (plus, the animation here kills me. It’s way too fun):

“Figure Eight” (an animated kid rockin’ out on a figure-eight shaped guitar? pure genius):

“Nonagon”:

And finally, the most rockin’ song on the album, tragically short though it may be, “813 Mile Car Trip” (again, the animation had me sold from the get-go. A bouncing car and happy family? The animators deserve loads of cash for that one):

Can you just see my kids jammin’ on air guitar in their car seats with me goin’ nuts on the air drums, all while my wife is simultaneously trying to drive and hide under a rock out of embarrassment? It’s that good.

So, check it out. Your sanity will thank you for it.

$9.78

As I was putting my homemade Valentine’s Day gift together for Michelle, I found myself in need of a bar code. I googled it and found one with a link to a website by one Scott Blake, a Bar Code Artist, if you will. His site is a lot of fun. You can make your own personal barcode. Here’s mine:

hello, my barcode is

Apparently, when scanned, my bar code indicates that I am worth a grand total of $9.78.

While on the website, make sure you request your free bar code art postcard (mine’s in the mail).

…she goes and lets people stick things through our daughter’s ears.

one more step

Actually, it was Chloe that finally asked to have her ears pierced. She and Michelle were out shopping on a mommy-daughter date and found some Hello Kitty earrings that she just couldn’t resist. When Michelle pointed out that she couldn’t wear them because her ears weren’t pierced, she stopped, thought for a second, then asked, “Mom, can I get my ears pierced?”

Michelle just about jumped through the ceiling.

Chloe was very brave. Previously, she hadn’t asked to get her ears pierced, despite the fact that almost all of her little girlfriends’ ears were, because she was afraid that it would hurt too much. Now, with those Hello Kitty earrings in sight, she sat right down and took it. They didn’t even do both her ears at the same time, like they usually do for younger clients–the lady was the only one in the store, so she didn’t have an extra pair of trained hands to do it.

When I asked her afterwards if it hurt, she told me no–she had a better description of it, actually.

It was…surprising.

when i asked her to show me how she felt about getting her ears pierced

On an interesting cultural note, when I told my ESL classes about it on Monday, I did an informal poll of when girls in their home countries got their ears pierced. It seems that most Korean and Chinese girls get their ears pierced in high school, or just after graduating. I believe the same might hold true in Japan, from what I remember of conversations with my Japanese students back in California.

new header

Because it’s not Autumn any more. If you’re reading this on a feed reader, feel free to click through to see.


Well, I need my own version of it, at least, with my own mug and those of my family.

How cooperative do you think they would be? I think the odds are good.

The silly faces project, originally uploaded by fd. He’s going to print it large and hang it in his guest bedroom.

*Sigh* I want a guest bedroom to hang ours in, too.

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