Friday, September 21, 2012

The Great Frederick Fair 2012

Last night we took our annual trip to the Great Frederick Fair. I've been coming to this fair every year since I came to the States. It's kind of cheesy in the way of typical county fairs but I love it. I think even if I moved across the country I would come back every September just for this fair. 
William's great buddy Leanza joined us again this year. 


William helping Leanza get strapped in at the Speedway. 



 



Above. My annual funnel cake. Three entire days worth of calories.
 Totally worth it. Left: Joe with William and Leanza. Also
totally worth it.   

They rode this race car and the
other one just like it
 about 100 times.



Pigs that are worth 0.05 cents each that actually cost us $15 to 'win'. There's a sucker born every minute!

It's difficult to get good shots on this fast mini roller coaster. Maybe when I have mastered my new DSLR. 

So every year I've seen this thing but only just realised it's someone's head on a plate. In this case, Leanza's. Cute!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Once upon a very long time ago

Reading a book about sharks to William tonight we learned that sharks have roamed the oceans for some 455 million years. That's approximately 200 million years before any kind of people showed up.

"Was that just before you were born Mommy?"

Um...




Shark. Above. Mommy, right. What came first? You decide. 


Things that make my head go boom

I love technology. I have no idea what I did, or how I lived, before the world wide web came into my life circa 1995. I love the internet. I love email. I love facebook. I love Google and yahoo! and Skype and all their brothers and sisters. I loved my iPad before Steve Jobs ever dreamed it into being. My life was incomplete before I got my iPhone. And once, I actually believed I did not need a Kindle. Real books are made from PAPER dammit! But then I got a Kindle. You know the rest.

This is how I communicate with the world. It's how I stay in touch with people whether they are on the other side of the planet or around the corner. It's how I organise and document my life, do my job, manage the household budget, and pay for my coffee. Seriously, that Starbucks app rocks.

I understand there are people who do not share my enthusiasm for communicating in this fashion. In fact, there are people I love who live happily with no facebook, twitter, tumbler, blogger, instagram or what have you. That's ok. I don't expect anyone to be a bandwagon jumping conformist for the heck of it. No problem. I also understand that you are probably 950 years old. Or that you might be my father. I will make concessions for you. I will pick up the phone and communicate with you in a quaint ye olde worlde kind of way. I might even meet you down the actual street in person and buy you a coffee. With my app.

But if you are, let's say, my history professor, and you tell me you would prefer to communicate with me via handwritten notes instead of email, I might look at you kinda funny. And then my head might explode. No, seriously. Explode! Kaboom!*@?##!!

I mean, please. Are you suddenly Amish? Why not smoke signals or carrier pigeon?

Anyway, this is purely hypothetical since I don't have a history professor. Let alone one who shuns emails. But if I did, I'm just saying that it would be ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. That's all.





Wednesday, September 5, 2012

No opening act, no intermission

Sometimes, I forget this man is a crazy famous rock star. One minute he's just a normal guy getting coffee at Starbucks, walking around Target and chasing* me down back alleys in Pittsburgh. (That's normal, right?) Then the next, here he is being worshipped by 60,000 (let's describe them as) 'slightly enthusiastic' Spanish fans in Madrid a couple of months back.

Definitely a rock star. But not an ordinary rock star.

The Madrid show clocked in at three hours and 48 minutes. With no intermission. This is a LONG time. Even for someone of Bruce's legendary staying power. And people, the man is going to be 63 (SIXTY THREE!) years old any day now. How is this even possible?

I have a lot of trouble reconciling these two Bruce Springsteens. In my mind and in my heart, he's just a regular guy. And he's been in my mind and my heart for so long now that he's just part of the fabric of my life. You know, like breathing. Yet clearly, there are certain things that set him apart from your regular regular guy. Who knows, maybe by the time he's 73 he'll have stepped it down some and only play tiny venues where it'll just be me and my close band of happy thieves in attendance, where we won't have to share him with the great unwashed. (Insert smiley face here. Sort of).

* The word 'chasing' may have been used somewhat inaccurately in this sentence. Technically, there was no chase involved since that would assume I was running away. Wasn't. What kind of fool would run away when being beckoned by Bruce Springsteen for a hug and a chat? 

** Since I wrote this, Bruce surpassed the four hour mark with a show in Helsinki on July 31. By the time we get to see him again in Charlottesville in October, I expect to have to bring a sleeping bag and a nightgown with me into the venue.  



The infamous crowd surf. He is totally secure in the knowledge that not one of
these people would ever harm a hair on his body. But I wish he would stop doing it. 
Above two shots, in full rock star mode.

I actually have a shot of Bruce asleep (or at least 'resting his eyes') on a chair in a store where Patti was shopping. Very ordinary. I was going to include it here to illustrate just how ordinary but I actually think the pic is an invasion of his privacy. Don't know who took it but I'm sure they thought it was great sport. So anyway, no shot of that here. He can often be found strolling around his local neighborhood though, or on the New Jersey turnpike driving himself to and from shows minus any security detail. Or sometimes chasing me down back alleys in Pittsburgh. Totally ordinary. 

Watch this video. Sixty thousand people gathered in one place to share in the 
same amazing experience.  Pure magic.  

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

When in Rome?

Our son attends a small private school in our town. The school is well regarded for its academic excellence. We love this school. A lot. We love the fact that our child has hit his stride here as a student. We love the teachers and support staff. We love that this is a place where the seeds of life long friendship are being sown for our child, and for us. We love feeling welcomed and involved. This is the right place for us on this part of our ride.

This school also happens to be a Catholic school with a faith-based approach to learning. The students attend Mass at the parish church once a week, say the pledge of allegiance and a prayer every day before class begins and grace before meals. They are learning that God is in the details. We are cool with this. By way of full disclosure, we belong to the same parish church. That aside, being Catholic and attending church is not a prerequisite for enrollment. The school welcomes all denominations and there are many students who aren't Catholic, who claim other faiths, or none. Non Catholic students must still participate in the proceedings though since that's the dealio and presumably, everyone knows this going in.

Except for sometimes when maybe you were not paying quite enough attention...  

Yesterday I was privy to a note that was sent to school from the parents of a new student. Essentially, the note requested that the student be excused from anything that in any way touched upon the Catholic faith including any holiday observances or, a little more oddly, birthday parties. The note explained that the family had chosen the school for its academic merit and wished that their child not be exposed to this religion, since they do not share its beliefs.

Um. First, let me say I absolutely respect everyone's right to believe whatever they so choose; to worship whom or whatever they will, to be unsure of or to deny the existence of anything at all beyond this earthly plain. Have at it. It's your journey. All I ask is that you respect my journey and that you be a good and kind person.

But. Let me also say that if you knowingly send your child to a Cath-o-lic school, chances are good you ain't gonna be opting outta no morning prayer, religious ed., holy day of obligation, hail Mary, Mass or Christmas play any time soon. Now, birthday parties I'm not so sure about. (What, there are actually people who don't eat cupcakes??)

Where exactly did the critical disconnect occur for this family I wonder? Did the principal forget to mention it when they toured and subsequently enrolled? Did the name of the school not give it away? Was the statue of the Virgin Mary that looms large in the foyer out for a cleaning that day? Or did they just think it was optional frippery and would not apply to them? I don't know.

My knee jerk reaction was that they should probably move along to another school that better upholds their personal truth. But then I tried to imagine myself in the same situation. Sure, if the institution's core values were diametrically opposed to my own it would be a deal breaker (that I would have thoroughly researched before signing up).

All else being equal though, if the differences created a valuable teaching opportunity for my child, I think I might be ok with it. As in, 'this is how we do things and this is how some other people do things'. What's wrong with that? No one is making anyone convert. That's not the agenda. At our school, while the Catholic bits are mandatory, they are not all consuming and I'm sure it leads to some spirited debate in the upper grades down the track. All good in other words.

And at this point, I'm way more worried about the math than I am about the rosary. But that's whole different story.