Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Grants and Pull Ups

Mentor and I are submitting another grant along with a collaborator at a different institution. We've mostly got a draft of it now. I've lost track of how many grants we've submitted together at this point. It's a lot (and we've had 2 big ones and 3 little ones funded over the years).

Meanwhile, coincidentally, I got a notice from NSF today about an overdue final report on an old grant I had as a co-PI with another PI from a different institution (I had a subcontract). That grant ended ages ago...for me. Turns out the PI has been milking the grant over the past 2 years through no-cost extensions and not sharing any of the money with me. I haven't seen a penny since 2009. (Even though up through this fall I've still been analyzing that data set, without compensation of course).

This has served as a strong reminder to be grateful for my kind and fair collaborators here at my current institution. People who do not not screw me over. People who get stuff done when they say they will. A collaborator who is fair and equitable about parceling out both the work and the rewards. Somebody who doesn't take credit for other people's ideas, and instead does everything possible promote the work of more junior colleagues. It's easy to take it for granted and forget that not everybody is like that.

Anyway, I really hope we get this grant. It's actually the most excited I've ever been about a project we've proposed together. I think it'd be a super awesome and very interesting project to do. But the grant funding situation is so crummy right now (5%), so it's probably not wise to get too excited over it. Fingers are crossed.

My other goal: Pull up! I am not there yet, but am getting closer. My gym coach got a band out that he ties to the pull-up bar and then I step into so that I do, basically, less-than-full-weight pull ups. I don't think it takes very many pounds off because it is still very, very hard. I can almost do it by myself, but not quite, so then my coach has to spot me just a little bit. However, I am doing all of this work after the crossfit class each time, when my arms and shoulders are already tired from the workout. My gym coach says, "You're going to get there in a few weeks." I don't know if it'll be that soon but hopefully in at least a couple of months I will get there! For some reason I have identified a pull-up as my own personal benchmark for becoming awesome. I think this is maybe because my friend Anne does pull ups and I want to emulate her awesomeness. (Hi Anne!)

What's Hard?

I asked the kids what's hard. Here are their answers.

Nora: Throwing a tire up is hard. But I can throw up a tire.

Milo: Glass is hard.

Monday, November 28, 2011

I Want A Vacation


Didn't I say something about taking a vacation after tenure? Right now I'm longing to spend January in a tropical location, like we did 6 years ago for our honeymoon. It's not in the cards right now, but maybe spring break, or next year...

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Update

That was great! 5 miles and my lungs felt just like I was taking a walk. If only my knees could last as long as everything else. But it's amazing how much crossfit class has done for my running fitness...this class is the best thing I've ever done.

Just Do It

Feeling very, very happy about some really great much-deserved good news from a friend. Hooray!

Now, a reflection on running. I think that I never would have taken up running if I hadn't lived in San Diego for 4 years.

The thing about San Diego is that it is pretty much always awesome outside. It's, like, always 70 degrees and sunny. You wake up every day and you just long to be outside. You look out the window, open it up, and think, hmmm. Look at that blue sky. Feel that warm, ocean breeze. Hear the birds chirping. It's so nice out! Let's go out! Being there just draws you out, pretty much every single day of the year. So why not go running? In fact, you basically end up longing to be out running, because it's just so beautiful.

Here, now? Not so much. Because when it's 40 and drizzling, all day long, nothing about that pulls you outside. You look out the window and think, brrrr. It sure is wet. It sure is grey. What a nice day for curling up on the couch with a book and a blanket. I don't want to be out there.

All of that is to say, I'm about to go put on my clothes and go for a run, and yuck. Sure as heck don't feel like it. Here I go.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Hello, I Love You, Won't You Tell Me Your Name?

The weather is being kind to us right now, but of course any day it could turn and we'll see a blizzard or -10 degrees. The neighborhood has a running poll about when the park ice rink will be ready to go. Most people seem to think it'll happen sometime around the kids' birthday.

Soooo, that means, this year, ice skates! Around here people start their kids skating practically as soon as they can walk. We've had to wait until now because my kids have small feet, and decent skates only start at about a toddler size 8. Today, our neighbor gave us a pair of comfort skates for Milo to borrow for the season. They're just his size. She also told me where to go to find skates that will fit Nora. So we went there this morning, and Nora tried on a pair of comfort skates. Their smallest size is just a little big for Nora, but I think we'll be able to make it work with double socks and some growing over the season.

Skates are really much better now. Back when I did ice skating as a kid, there was no ankle support. Now, they make skates structured sort of like a ski boot, and they're much more comfortable. I bought a pair for Nora and also found a used pair for myself that are just like new. It'll be interesting to see how well they do skating. The kids wanted me to buy them hockey sticks, too, but I told them we'll have to wait until they learn how to skate properly before we start playing hockey!

We had a nice Thanksgiving with 4 crazy kids running around like a bunch of monkeys on crack. They kept each other busy. I started off the day with a 7K in my five-finger running slippers, and it went well. Should have gone for 10, but I needed to get back and get the turkey in the oven.

I've been home with the kids for the past 3 days and I have not done any work. Tenure is the gift that keeps on giving.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving

It was a nice day today. After playing outside for a while, both kids got too hot for their coats.

It's supposed to be 59 degrees tomorrow!





My 18-lb turkey is brining in a cooler on the back deck. We'll have 8 people here tomorrow, which is a nice doable number. Jake is currently making an apple pie. His crusts are terrific!

Jake has to work on Friday, but he is going in an hour late so that he can get up with the kids. What a nice guy.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Progress

Well, I got the opportunity to practice that comforting thing with Nora much sooner than I thought I would. Nora had a rough morning on Saturday, and by the time it was nap time she was pretty pissed off about things. So she went into this spiral of doom that sometimes happens before nap. She needs to either use the bathroom, or wear a pull-up because she cannot stay dry at nap otherwise. 99% of the time, she goes potty and doesn't wear a pull-up and all is fine. It's just that 1% when she freaks out, like she did on Saturday. She had a full bladder but was super upset, and refused to go to the bathroom and refused to go take a nap. This was actually the same issue that caused me to lose it way back in the summer.

This time, though, Jake was home so after 10 or 15 minutes of Nora screaming about how she wasn't going to do either, I transferred her over to Jake so that I could take a break for a couple of minutes. Then I brought up the timer and told her that she had 5 minutes to either use the potty or get off and put on a pull-up and go take her nap. After 5 minutes, Jake wrestled that pull-up onto her and you would have thought we were murdering the child, what with all of the screaming and thrashing on her part.

But as soon as that was done, I was able to swoop in, pick her up, and cuddle Nora in the rocker to help her feel better. And lo and behold, it worked! I rocked her and told her that it was okay, and that I understood how angry she was, and how she didn't want to wear the pull-up. She calmed down and told me she wanted me to rock her for longer, so I did, until she was very tired and using a soft whispering voice to match my own. I didn't put her down to bed until she was feeling better and calm, and once we reached that point she was ready to go down to nap without any fuss. She went to sleep easily and felt much better after her nap.

Of course I felt better too. Once you spend time calming down a child, you can't help but feel better much as they do. I was glad to handle it that way. It was easier to do because Jake was home, so we could trade off duties so that we could each take a break when we needed to.

I hope I can remember this tactic and remember to have more empathy for Nora when she is in the throes of the most difficult times. I know that her upset feelings are very real.

Milo has been dry at nap and through the night for quite a long time now. He wears underwear at night and (knock on wood) has never had an accident since I put him in underwear. Nora, however, still doesn't stay dry at night. She's also pretty resistant to going to the bathroom right before bed. Nora really hates the concept of pre-emptively going to the bathroom. In her mind, it only makes sense once she urgently needs to go. So she still isn't dry at night. But, then, Milo also potty trained for the day about half a year earlier than Nora did, and Nora eventually got there on her own without any problems. So I imagine it'll all work out at night too...just on her own schedule.

And, just to emphasize something Nora does well, I should mention that she sleeps through the night very well. Milo struggles with bad dreams every few nights, but this is a rare occurrence for Nora. Which is worth noting, given her early struggles with nighttime sleep. She's really come a long way.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Bullets of Friday

  • I've been having this interesting conversation with my former advisee about gender and stuff, and what it would take to move beyond gender, and then coincidentally we watched an old Star Trek (TNG) episode from Season 5 about a species with no gender. Then Riker meets this individual who has a feeling and a sense that she is female, which is totally not accepted in her culture. And people like her are ostracized and ridiculed, and denied their rights to be who they are, and taken for psychological treatment to be cured of their sick ways, and meanwhile Riker has fallen in love with this person, and you think, wow, even back in the early '90s it totally wasn't okay yet to talk about gay issues except through this really ham-handed and protracted metaphor. (Pretty good episode, though.)
  • Last night. Too hot! Augh! Covers off! Eventually drift off to sleep. Wake. Nora coughing! I'm worried! It goes on. I get up and put on her humidifier, hoping that'll help. Back to sleep. Up. Too hot! Back to sleep, eventually. Wake. Jake is breathing in my face! Augh! I'm awake forever. Finally fall back asleep. Wake -- Milo comes into our room, crying. He had a bad dream! There was a monster in his bed! Jake lets him into our bed. Cute, and it's sweet to see him sleeping cuddled up to his daddy, in his little footie pajamas, but then the kid snores. He has a really stuffed up nose and it is seriously not possible for any human to snore any louder than this kid is snoring, in my ear, at 5:30 a.m. I give up.
  • I house my grant through this research center. The director of the research center decides we will have a poster fair and each PI must submit at least 1 poster. Um, please. If I had a poster lying around, that'd be one thing, but I don't because I don't like to do posters (it's just my weird thing), and I'm sure as hell not going to make a poster for this. Even though the director thinks he can mandate it from each PI. This is what tenure looks like! (I say to mentor, "good luck trying to force me." He says, "We've all learned better by now!")
  • Best project meeting EVER today. My grad students are awesome. One of them is running a teaching experiment right now. It is her first time and she's doing a great job. And then we started talking about a kind of random side note, but eventually figure out, oh holy shit, it's not a side note at all, it's like this super critical thing about how this context I've used in TEs since 2007 actually could be used for the general case, and I never realized it until now. It's really weird to say that, because it's kind of insane that I never thought about it before, and as soon as I started working it out I realized right away that it could work, and why it would work, and why had I never bothered to think about this in the past 4 years? WTF, me? We end our meeting to go to a seminar and my grad student posts on G+, "Project meeting: MIND BLOWN."
  • The kids are very interested in the Jack and the Beanstalk story these days. We got a book out of the library called Kate and the Beanstalk, and I think it's got all of the basic elements. (Goose that lays golden eggs, money bag, self-playing harp, giant). I never thought about how trippy these fairy tales are. Like the giant says, "Fi FIE FO FUM, I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHWOMAN. BE SHE ALIVE OR BE SHE DEAD, I'LL CRUSH HER BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD." Kind of grisly stuff, but this doesn't seem to bother the kids one bit.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Not Smart Enough Yet

Remember way back in July Nora and I had that rough time in which I ended up yelling at her? So I've been working on how I deal with Nora ever since then. Since that terrible day, she has had a few rough patches but nothing as bad or as protracted as that day. A huge part of that has been my behavior, of course; when Nora starts to go into a frame of mind in which she's latched onto something and is very angry for a very long time, I've been practicing staying unemotional and disengaged from it. That has helped her let go. I am happy that I haven't yelled at Nora since that day in July.

This morning was definitely the worst time we've had since that day. It was 22 degrees out, and Nora wanted to wear a short-sleeved shirt and no socks. She hates socks. She hates long-sleeved shirts, and she hates sweaters. She tells me that long-sleeved shirts bother her hands. This is hard for her, since winter is coming. (She says, "I wish it were summer again.") I made her wear a long-sleeved shirt, which annoyed her right off the bat, and then she was unhappy about everything after that. She didn't come downstairs when I told her to (defiantly yelling "NO!"). She didn't want to put on her winter coat. She was pissed that I made her put on socks. Pretty much everything was pissing her off at that point, so she was yelling and grousing constantly in the way that she does when she gets into that kind of mood.

I was angry too, but not yelling at her, but I let Milo get into the car first since he was behaving well. This incensed her, and she was screaming at me the whole time I was strapping Milo in, and then when it was time for her to get into her carseat, she refused. So I had to pick her up and physically put her into her carseat, and she's screaming and fighting me like a banshee the whole time. Like a cat who doesn't want to go in the carrier. I didn't yell at her or react. I drove them to school. She's yelling at me the whole way there. She's demanding that I let her out of the car. The thing that is challenging about times like this is that Nora doesn't know how to stop for a second and just breathe. She has to complain and yell the whole time, and her brain races to find random things to demand so she can meet that need. Like, let me out here! Park the car here, in the street! I don't want to go into the parking lot! I don't want to get out of the car! I don't want to go into the school! Put me back into the car! Auuuughhhh!

So I'm a robot the whole time, and get them into the school, get her coat off (after much protesting and refusing to cooperate), get her hat off, and the whole time in the hallway she is yelling about how she doesn't want to go into the classroom, and PUT HER BACK INTO THE CAR, and I'm basically just not reacting. Then I make her go into the classroom, half carrying her, and I deposit her into the arms of her teacher and say, "Here. Take her." Then I say "Goodbye" and leave immediately as Nora starts thrashing and crying. I felt like I needed to leave immediately because I could not take one more second of being with Nora or I was going to lose my temper and yell at her.

So...I didn't get emotional, and I didn't yell at Nora.

So why do I feel so bad?

As I drove home, I realized all the things I could have done to help Nora, that I didn't think to do because I was so clouded by my anger and frustration. What I should have done, once Milo was happily in the classroom and Nora was still freaking out in the hallway, was sit with her. I should have sat down and put her into my lap and held her and comforted her. I should have talked to her about how angry she was, and how it was such a rough morning. But I didn't do any of those things, because I was so pissed off. I should have remembered that she is three, and this is what three-year olds do sometimes. And the times when I am the angriest are probably precisely the times when she most needs some comforting and hugging.

So, I feel like it was another parenting fail. I only realized after the fact, when I was no longer in the moment with all that screaming and grousing, the right thing to do. So hopefully reflecting on it now will help me remember this the next time, and hopefully I can take the time to give her some comfort next time when she needs it.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Our Day




Different Strokes

Cute kid moment of the day: Milo was playing downstairs in the living room when Nora came stomping down the stairs. As she came into the room, Milo said, "I love you so much Nora." Awwww.

In the midst of this crazy you-can't-sign-a-petition thing going on at Jake's work is a hard lesson for me, which is, I cannot try to make Jake be me. He is not going to sign a recall petition, and he is not going to leak the memo to anyone. He is afraid of harm to his job; a job he doesn't exactly love, and wouldn't necessarily mind leaving for something else.

Jake is cautious and reserved. He is easygoing, gentle, humorous, and easy to live with. He doesn't seek out a fight. He doesn't find it easy to stand up for himself, so that's something he pretty much doesn't do, ever. (That sentence right there neatly sums up his entire relationship with his entire family.)

We are very different. I am opinionated, passionate, and outspoken. I get worked up easily over issues of injustice. I am courageous, but I can also be hot headed and impulsive. Jake is none of those things.

So of course, if it were me, I would not obey an order to not sign a petition. I would also directly speak against it to my boss, and I would make the memo public. I'd probably all-too-easily risk job loss over something like this. Jake exists at the other end of the spectrum, and there is probably a happy medium somewhere in between us.

This past summer we were up north and a weird, cranky old man started yelling at us for walking down his private street when we were on a walk. He wouldn't let it go, and he was being unreasonable, and it was dragging on. (By the time he started yelling at us, we were no longer on his private street; we hadn't realized it was private, it just looked like any other street.) I started arguing back with him, and the more unreasonable he got, the more aggressive I got. Meanwhile, Jake got more and more conciliatory. I think our basic natures are such that I am a "stand up and fight" kind of person, and he is a "do whatever it takes to keep the peace" kind of person. I am fight, he is flight. It is probably good that he is not like me in that regard, or we'd never have any peace.

So, I am pretty pissed off about this memo forbidding employees to participate in their constitutionally-guaranteed right to petition, but like it or not, it's not my fight.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Outraged

Today marked the day that we begin gathering signatures to trigger a recall election of our amoral, unethical, harmful disaster of a Governor.

Today is also the day that Jake's boss, the State Auditor, told him and everybody else that they are not allowed to sign a recall petition. Jake is a state employee, and their justification is that this branch of the state is supposed to be non-partison.

How exactly is preventing your employees from signing a recall petition to oust the Governor non-partisan, again?

Monday, November 14, 2011

Research and Resistance

So over the past couple of years there have been some meta-analyses looking at all of the peer-reviewed research on brain differences between male and female babies and children. Some of this ends up on my radar because some colleagues and I published an article in Science a few years ago about a topic somewhat related to this, and so they mention that paper and we get connected to the conversation.

Anyway, the meta-analyses show a very clear set of results from the peer-reviewed research: for young children, there is surprisingly little evidence for any brain differences between boys and girls. In fact, there is a compelling lack of evidence for all kinds of things: no evidence that young girls and boys learn differently, for instance. No evidence that girls are inherently better at reading and English and boys are inherently better at math and science. No evidence that boy babies are more focused on objects and girl babies are more focused on people. The evidence for the popular assumptions about sex-based differences just isn't there.

This is in clear contrast to the set of popular books (not based on science) that receive a lot of positive and uncritical attention from the media. These books suggests that girls learn one way and boys learn another, they suggest that schools are failing boys, there is a boy problem, boys are in trouble, men are from mars and women are from venus, etc., etc. People are eager to buy into biological sex-based differences, and this is the dominant set of assumptions guiding our conversations today.

I had an interesting experience in which I put the statement on Facebook about peer-reviewed research failing to show sex-based brain differences in children. As I anticipated, there has been something of a response from people expressing disbelief about this. Some folks say things like, "But my daughter and my son are so different."

I find it interesting that people I talk to are, in general, very very resistant to the notion that the differences you find with boys and girls are not attributed to biology. I think there are a couple of reasons for this.

For one thing, if you have a boy and a girl, and they are different in somewhat stereotypical ways (boys like to play with boy toys, girls like to play with girl toys, etc.), then you don't want to believe that you yourself are somehow responsible for this. In fact, you probably don't even want to believe it's preventable. If it's just biology, then there's nothing we can do about it. Some parents might even say, "We're not doing anything to encourage this. This is just how they are. Boys and girls are just different." It reminds me of Larry Summers' description of how he gave his girls trucks, and they played with those trucks as if they were dolls. See? Girls just play differently! (As if the anecdote were evidence of some sort.)

This argument doesn't take into account all of the ways in which kids are socialized by the broader culture. The only ways in which one could argue that boys and girls act differently and know that it's not due to socialization is if all of these factors are in place:

-- The kids are too young to be influenced by outside friends, or by other kids at preschool or daycare, etc.
-- There is no television in the house, no advertising, no commercials, no popular magazines with ads, no videos.
-- All of the books in the house are totally gender neutral. So there are just as many truck characters that are girls as boys, and just as many mommies in the books go to work as the daddies, and just as many daddies in the books change diapers as the mommies.
-- The roles played by mom and dad in the house aren't gender stereotyped. So mom works just as much as dad, and mom's career is as important as dad's. Dad does as much cooking, cleaning, and baby caring as mom does. Mom does just as much yard work and fixing of things as dad does.

And so forth. I highly doubt Larry Summers' house was like that. (To be fair, he did later come back and admit that his statements had been inaccurate.) Even if parents aren't *explicitly* encouraging different ways of behaving, we model it all the time. I'm not making an argument that having gender-stereotyped roles in a family is necessarily wrong, I'm simply arguing that if those roles exist, we can't assume they don't influence the kids in those families. We also exist in a larger cultural context that very young children pick up on. Children learn in a myriad of ways about who they are, how they belong, and what they should be doing.

I think another reason for this resistance to accepting a lack of hard-wired sex differences in children is that if we accept it, then we have to then face many more uncomfortable implications. Boys and girls do act differently. Men and women do play different roles in our society, as evidenced by the small percentage of women at the very top of the STEM fields, the small percentage of women who represent us in our political system, and the small percentage of women who are CEOs and presidents of companies. If this isn't hard wired, if men aren't somehow biologically better at object manipulation and therefore mathematics, for instance, then what does this say about the fairness of our culture? It challenges the myth of meritocracy, a myth that most Americans hold dear.

So, I've found that you'll get all kinds of resistance (from women as much as men, which makes sense to me) to the suggestion that boys' brains are no different from girls' brains. Maybe we should be taking a harder look at how we treat all of our children.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Settling In

Who knew that getting tenure is practically like having a birthday? I have gotten a number of sweet and wonderful tenure presents!

-- Flowers from a dear colleague
-- A surprise party thanks to my awesome grad students and colleagues
-- A wikipedia page (!?!?)
-- A bottle of champagne from our retired professor neighbor and his wife
-- A beautiful scarf from a long-distance friend who used to be a professor in our department
-- A subway card from a former doctoral student of ours, who graduated a couple of years ago (and she wasn't even my advisee!)

How cute is that? And, of course, my present to myself was an iPhone. I also got an iPhone for Jake as his tenure present from me (if anybody deserves a tenure present, it's Jake).

This weekend Jake and I had a party to go to on Friday and so we decided to make the most out of our babysitter and go have dinner ahead of time. When I first moved here, 7 and a half years ago, the neighborhood main street about a 10-minute walk from my house only had a few interesting options. There were a couple of coffee shops, one great restaurant we both loved, a semi-okay Mexican restaurant, a lousy Italian restaurant, and one kind of low-class townie bar. So the eating wasn't great, and if you wanted to take a stroll to get a late-night drink, the townie bar was the only option.

(Or, I guess, we could get in the car and drive 3 miles to downtown. But who wants to do that all the time?)

But this street has received more and more attention over the years, and has become more of a hot spot thanks in part to Trader Joe's moving in. Before, it used to be a place with some obscure tile art shops and maybe an antique shop or two, but nothing fabulous. Now there are a number of great clothes shops, but even better the dining and bar scene has gotten great. (For the midwest). All of the original restaurants are still there except the lousy Italian place, which has turned into an awesome bistro and wine bar. There is also a second great bistro and microbrew bar, a cafe and wine shop, a new upscale Irish pub/restaurant, a wood-fired pizza place, and an Indian restaurant. The only national brand commercial enterprise is Trader Joe's. All of the other bars and restaurants are local, and they're all very good.

Our town seems to be getting better and better, aside from the whole political disaster thing, which isn't minor, but on a small and local scale we've got pretty much everything we need. Really, we should probably just stay forever.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

"Sick" Day

I just spent the whole day at home with Milo, who was apparently sick. But it turns out he wasn't really sick, so he was just his normal self.

I can't tell you how nice it was to not moderate any fights. On his own, Milo is an incredibly easy kid. He's cheerful, easygoing, independent, and happy to play on the floor with his trains and trucks. The most he asked of me all day was to read him some books. When it was nap time, he happily skipped into bed.

Piece. Of. Cake.

Is this what life with one kid is like...a house that is not filled with angry screams all day long? Wild.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Pajamas

Me: Put on your pajamas Nora.
Nora: I'm going to pick out the potty book tonight! I want to read that one tonight!
Me: Put on your pajamas Nora.
Nora: Mommy when is the moon going to get full?
Me: Put on your pajamas Nora.
Nora: Milo, if you're not stuck there hold out your hand! Hold out your hand Milo!
Me: Put on your pajamas Nora.
Nora: When is it going to be winter? When is the snow going to come down and not melt and then we'll have to shovel it?

Milo: NORA PUT ON YOUR FLIPPIN' PAJAMAS.
Well, we're caving to this whole birthday party madness!

The kids have been to about 5 birthday parties in the past month or two. We have been to the Little Gym and Pump it Up a lot. Another classmate's mom told me that she was trying to find something for her daughter's birthday next month that's not the Little Gym or Pump it Up, and they're going to do an art studio birthday party.

Anyway, the kids are super into the whole birthday thing this year, and they really want to have a big party where they invite everybody in their class. Plus the 4 neighbor kids they like, plus another classmate's sister...we're talking like 20 kids now plus parents. Not going to work for our house! (Oh for a summer birthday...) So suddenly Jake got all worried about their birthday and what we're going to do, and he was researching kids' birthday party options in our town, which is, like, I think the first time ever that Jake has done anything like that. And now we have scheduled a birthday party at the children's museum.

I feel like we have become those people.

On the other hand...at least they share a birthday, so we only have to deal with this once a year! (For now). Once kids hit elementary school, they don't invite every kid in the class to their birthday party, right? ...Right?

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Yesterday at the start of our gym class we were stretching with these giant heavy bars that we put on our shoulders, and our gym teacher said "Dang, you've got some muscles on you, don't you." I looked around. "Are you talking to me?" "Yeah, girl!" Ha. I am getting stronger! (Still no dead hang pull up, though).

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It is snowing right now. Nov. 9 seems a little early for this nonsense if you ask me. At least it's not sticking...yet...

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Fall Back

I'm looking forward to when the kids can play more games and know what they're doing. Nora is really into War now (the card game), and man is that a boring game. And of course she wants to play it about 800 times in a row.

Today we went to a birthday party at one of those bouncy places where all the kids jump around in giant bouncy castles, go down giant bouncy slides, etc. Everything is filled with air. While we were there, standing around for an hour watching our kids all have a blast, I came up with a great business idea. People should combine the kid bouncy party idea with a bar for the parents. Make the bar be behind a giant one-way mirror. Then parents can sip their martinis in the quiet bar while observing their kids bounce in the other room. For those morning parties, make it a coffee shop.

I am writing a journal article again, after a long hiatus this year. Feels good.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

New Goal

Now that I've got tenure, I need a new goal, and that goal is to do a pull up from a dead hang.

(A small goal feels good).

So my upper body strength is shit! My legs are strong, probably from running, and my core abdominal muscles are decent, but my arms and chest and especially my shoulders are super weak. A lot of this is related to gender. We women do fine in class with the leg stuff, and when it comes to planks and other core strength stuff I find it easier than the guys, but as soon as I have to use my shoulders to heft something over my head, forget about it. It's not pretty!

Anyway, I like my gym teacher because when I said that I wanted to get strong enough to do that kind of a pull up, he just accepted that immediately as a reasonable goal. He showed me how to start at a flexed arm hang and then slowly lower myself down, the slower the better, and do 5 reps of that every time after class to build strength. Hopefully this is a goal I can achieve sometimes in 2012.

I really like focusing on strength and fitness instead of other stuff, like weight. Maybe because it seems way more doable. I mean, it's kind of a pain in the ass when it's 5:00 and I don't feel like doing it after a long day at work, but I'm always glad I did.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Skills and Candy

Milo: Did you know Mommy has two M's in her name?

So today I wrote some words with the kids on the magnadoodle. I wrote CAT, which they can recognize, then I wrote FAT, and showed them how you replace the C with the F and it still rhymes. Then I wrote SAT, and asked the kids what sound an S makes. Nora said, "Sssss....sat!" I see that as the first word that Nora actually read, as in decoded, instead of, say, recognizing a word as a whole object.

Maybe it is time to start teaching the kids to read a little.

Then Milo decided to practice his writing, and it turns out he can write his name! Way to go, Milo. I know they've been doing some of that at school. I took this picture and sent it to Jake.


Halloween candy. There is a prevailing wisdom that it's okay to let kids self regulate with the candy. I let them eat as much as they wanted on Halloween, which was a fair amount. Nora ate an entire full-sized Snickers bar WHILE she was trick-or-treating. But from here on out, I'm putting down a limit. They're totally not regulating their candy intake. Blech.



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Reviewing

I have been doing a crapload of reviewing lately. This is okay, since I took a little hiatus from reviewing during my busiest tenure push, so I feel good about giving extra back now. But I've started to notice some weird things about reviewing in such a small field.

One, if the manuscript is lousy then it's not a given that I know who the author is. Often the author might be a new graduate or even a grad student or something like that. But if the manuscript is very good, these days I can almost always tell who the author is, even though it's supposed to be blinded. Our field is just too small. I tend to get asked to review in areas about which I know a lot, so I've published in those areas and I've read the literature. If somebody is writing in one of those areas, I can recognize the work. I know it'll be one of two or three people who has done work like that. As soon as the manuscript begins to include blinded cites (Author, 2010; Author, 2008) then I say, oh, I know that so-and-so published that 2008 paper about that topic.

Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is that our field is really too small for genuinely blind reviews, half the time. I reveal my likely knowledge of the author less and less these days. I resolve that by not trying to specifically pin down the author. I might have a strong suspicion about who it is, but in most cases I can reasonably say that I'm not 100% sure. If I don't have any close relationship with the likely author, I can be objective. Occasionally I'll run across something in which I know without any doubt who the author is, definitively. (For instance, if somebody doesn't blind something well enough, and refers to a specific study about a specific student's reasoning, and I'll recognize the student's pseudonym). In those cases, I reveal my knowledge to the editor and let them to decide whether I should continue the review.

I'm reviewing a very good manuscript right now. You can tell it's great when you find yourself wishing you had written it!

I recently reviewed a very poor manuscript. I got extra pissed off when the author(s) discussed a recently-published study of mine in a way that revealed that not only had they not read the paper, they hadn't even read the abstract. They mis-characterized the paper so grossly that reading 2 sentences into the abstract would have revealed their error. That's just incredibly sloppy. You shouldn't discuss papers in your lit review that you have obviously never read.

I've begun to notice that often I can tell pretty quickly into a read whether the manuscript should be accepted or rejected. If the intro and lit review is crappy, then there's little chance the study will be well-constructed enough to merit acceptance. In contrast, a very well-written intro tends to reveal a carefulness of thought that is often associated with a well-designed study. However, occasionally I end up changing my mind by the end of the manuscript, so it's best to keep an open mind throughout.