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When Life Hands You Lemons, Make Lemonade

Rush Limbaugh notwithstanding, it seems like everybody has been motivated to do something to try to help the people of Haiti. Early last week, Charlotte’s teacher sent an e-mail to all of the parents of her class to let us know that they would be running a lemonade stand to solicit donations for Haitian relief efforts from their classmates; parents were asked to contribute items they would need, such as cups, juicers and a huge amount of fresh lemons, and, if possible, to sign up to help out on the day of the event. We signed up to provide the cups, and I volunteered to go in and help out.

Charlotte’s school is grades one through three, with a total of somewhere around 350 kids, so the actual amount of funds to be raised from this would only be modest, but the entire school district had done a separate fundraiser which collected a couple thousand dollars on top of this event’s proceeds. It speaks well of a town that is mostly white, lower-middle class and prime Scott Brown country that the schools felt that they could ask for and receive the kind of support they’ve gotten.

Today was the big day, and I arrived at the school just as Charlotte’s class were being led through the hall (quietly and single-file, of course) to gather up the several hundred lemons, gallon jugs of water, five-pound bags of sugar, and whatever else needed to be taken to the cafeteria. I and another dad, along with the teacher’s husband (who, not coincidentally, is Haitian) got the tables in place and plugged in the half-dozen or so electric juicers. I passed out lemons to the kids and showed them how to roll them to make them easier to juice. The moms on hand helped with slicing lemons and supervising the kids on the juicers. Every kid got at least a brief turn doing each part of the process, except for the two boys who declared themselves the “Ice Patrol” and took it upon themselves to make sure every container of lemonade was adequately supplied with ice cubes. Though Charlotte wanted my direct attention a few times, for the most part she stuck to her assigned jobs and interacted with her classmates. It was fun to watch her be one of the kids rather than be part of a performance or other staged event where she gets to be the deliberate center of attention.

I think the actual task was a little bit bigger than the teacher had imagined when she came up with the idea, but the kids were exceedingly well-behaved and did whatever was asked of them. As the momentum of things shifted from one task to another, I tried to run interference and do whatever seemed to need to be done: showing the kids how to stir the bottoms of the containers to dissolve all the sugar, ferrying completed containers to the “Ice Patrol” to keep them working steadily, clearing away the emptied water jugs, and so on. Our hour and a half sped by, and the kids were rewarded with a cup of their lemonade; as you can imagine, some batches were unbearably sweet, others impossibly tart, some just watery. The kids mostly drank their cups, though some only took a sip or two. The kids were then seated for an early lunch so they could spend their regular lunch period selling the lemonade, and the adults handled cleanup and pre-pouring the lemonade for service. A second shift of parents had volunteered for the lunch hour selling, and they began to drift in just as we finished and the rest of the school kids were starting to line up for the caf.

I’m pleased and proud of Charlotte and her classmates for their willingness to make a real contribution to helping people who have suffered an unimaginable tragedy. Sunday evening we watched the “60 Minutes” segment about Haiti, and Charlotte got to see the footage of the piles of dead bodies being loaded with a back-hoe into a dump truck for mass burial, and I think it took her aback a little bit. I hope this taught her that being willing to offer even a little help can be worthwhile.

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Happy Apocalypse, Dear Charlotte

I think by now we’ve all had about enough of the “End Of The World”. That “2012″ movie that came out in November has only grossed about $163 million domestically against an estimated production budget of $200 million (although the overseas receipts have more than made up the difference). Astronomy blogger Phil Plait has been telling us for two years that the whole thing about the Mayan Calendar is just a load of hooey. Even the SNL spoof of the 2012 trailer which ties the end of the world to the election of the Palin/Beck “Dream Ticket” has managed to evaporate from most corners of the web (pulled from YouTube, not available on Hulu, etc.).

And do you know why??? It’s because the REAL “End Of The World” is coming MUCH SOONER! In fact, the Last Day is now firmly set for May 21, 2011. And who has given us this knowledge of the Day Of Reckoning? Why THIS GUY, that’s who! And he should know, because he’s the same guy who correctly predicted the End of Days back in 1994! He’s even got it right on the front page of his website, so it MUST BE TRUE! Camping says its all based on a complex mathematical formula explained thusly in the SFGate article:

The number 5, Camping concluded, equals “atonement.” Ten is “completeness.” Seventeen means “heaven.” Camping patiently explained how he reached his conclusion for May 21, 2011.

“Christ hung on the cross April 1, 33 A.D.,” he began. “Now go to April 1 of 2011 A.D., and that’s 1,978 years.”

Camping then multiplied 1,978 by 365.2422 days – the number of days in each solar year, not to be confused with a calendar year.

Next, Camping noted that April 1 to May 21 encompasses 51 days. Add 51 to the sum of previous multiplication total, and it equals 722,500.

Camping realized that (5 x 10 x 17) x (5 x 10 x 17) = 722,500.

Or put into words: (Atonement x Completeness x Heaven), squared.

“Five times 10 times 17 is telling you a story,” Camping said. “It’s the story from the time Christ made payment for your sins until you’re completely saved.

Well, how could you refute such ironclad logic and big numbers and stuff? Any fool can see that the number 722,500 spells The Rapture! And that whole 1994 fiasco? Just some bad math. This time for sure.

May 21, 2011 also happens to be my daughter Charlotte’s tenth birthday, so I guess I won’t have to send out invitations to all those True Believers who are going to be Raptured up to Jesus that day. That’ll save a lot of money on birthday cake and goodie bags to be sure. Any possible metaphorical connection between my daughter turning 10 and the Apocalypse is completely coincidental.

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Behind The Curve

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Back when Charlotte first started kindergarten several years ago, I wondered aloud in the old BKO Lounge if we should get her a cell phone. At the time, a phone called Firefly, had just appeared on the market. The phones had limited functionality — some pre-programmable buttons to dial just a couple of phone numbers — which seemed to me to be about the right speed for small children who really only need to be able to get in touch with Mom and Dad. The denizens of the Lounge dissuaded me of the idea. Kindergarten kids these days are rarely out of the sight of a supervising adult who can call in an emergency, and the argument was also made that it might foster a bit too much clinginess if a child could call his or her parents at any time. I was persuaded and decided that we’d revisit the idea of a cellphone when Charlotte was older.

Well, she’s older. And the world is a very different place than it was four years ago. This Fast Company blog post says that 20% of American 8-year-olds now have cell phones, and that the percentage rockets to 50% by age 10. By age 12, nearly 80% of American children have their own cell phones. And, the research says, they use more of the feature set of contemporary smartphones: children are more likely to make use of the built-in cameras, play the games, use the MP3 player functionality, and, of course, text messaging. This article from the Boston Globe’s Sunday magazine even looks at the idea that children as young as 3 can have developmental benefits from playing with the iPhone. According to that article, the “Educational” category of iPhone apps on iTunes is becoming a repository of all sorts of games and activities for smaller children.

For quite some time, whenever the discussion of “When can I have a cell phone, Daddy?” has come up with Charlotte, my default answer has been “When you’re twelve”. That answer comes from the assumption that she wouldn’t be independent enough to have a legitimate need for a cellphone any sooner than that. However, we’ve definitely crossed a threshold this year where there are some activities and events that are “drop-offs”: birthday parties are now decidedly “no parents” unless the inviting parent specifically asks you to stay. Ditto for both of the Halloween parties Charlotte went to last week. Her dance lessons have become a drop-off as well. In all these cases, we’re comfortable with the situation because of the presence of responsible adults, but it represents the beginning of a change that will only continue to increase, with a corresponding decrease in the presence of adults.

The FC post is based on this post from A.C. Nielsen, which actually did the study. As one might expect from a Nielsen study, the results are framed for their target audience, the people who buy and sell advertising in the media, so much of what they have to say is about the “new opportunities” created by handing a new advertising medium over to an easily-persuaded consumer, but one area that I think needs to be looked at is the section where they note what a terrible job parents do in terms of restricting usage and setting limitations for cell phone use. All those stories of children racking up massive overtime charges don’t come out of nowhere. Nielsen says that more than half of parents who give their kids cell phones NEVER use the built-in parental controls, and even among those parents who DO use the controls the percentages of people using things like time-of-day limits, download restrictions, and allocating minutes hover in the 20% range.

When I think about giving Charlotte a cell phone and the possible implications of that, I look to her computer usage as a reference to guess what her phone use profile might be like. She’s discovered sites like Webkinz and Club Penguin and likes to use them, but the idea that they represent a place where she can communicate with other people seems a little bit lost on her. Even though these sites are intended to be social networking, for her they are places to play solo games, not to chat with other kids. Eight-year-olds haven’t quite figured out that part where they self-organize into cliques, and her only-child status has acted on her in a way that she can be quite removed from bonding with other kids. So it’s possible, I think, that giving her a phone without all the bells and whistles of the latest generation of smartphones could work for its intended use. Still, I’m feeling like 10 is probably closer to the point of no return than either 8 or 12.

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Random Acts Of Blogging

More miscellaneous links that I’ve been collecting but don’t really justify getting the full post treatment:

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Jolt Cola is probably going out of business. They tried to cash in on the “energy drink” fad, but that didn’t work out and now the company is bankrupt. It’s possible that some other beverage company might still buy out the trademark and produce its own “Jolt” product, but for now it’s a goner.

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This Daily Mail article reports on a poll of teachers in the U.K.
. The teachers were asked to rank first names as a predictor of whether or not a child would be a well-behaved or badly-behaved pupil. Number Two on the list of “Well-Behaved Girls”: Charlotte. Ahem.

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From the Canadian Ministry of “Duh!”: Men buy fast cars to boost their testosterone levels. The related study about the inverse ratio of pickup-truck-size to penis-size is expected soon, but I think you can probably guess at the results.

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UR Doin’ It Rong: this was an actual promotion

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A Moment Of Perspective

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Charlotte looking a bit bored at the Library of Congress

Charlotte’s school had their “Open House” a couple of weeks ago, and as we were combing over her classroom, looking for whatever clues we could find about third grade, I came across a bulletin board with a collection of “What I Did On My Summer Vacation” papers stapled to it. Each had a paragraph of text and an illustration of that child’s adventure. It didn’t take me too long to find Charlotte’s: her drawing depicted the Washington Monument (easy to draw, natch) and herself, approximately half again as tall as the obelisk.

Our time in DC was a bit of a whirlwind. We certainly came nowhere near seeing every important site, but we tried to make sure that our daily itineraries covered all the things we felt we wanted to see most of all. In four days we covered the Capitol, the Supreme Court, the Library of Congress, the Air & Space Museum, the American History Museum, the Natural History Museum, a side trip to Mount Vernon, and a nighttime bus tour of the monuments. I took a couple thousand pictures, even though one of our cameras bought the farm right in the middle of our tour of the Capitol. Even *I* was sometimes left jaw-droppingly stunned by some of the things we saw, and we managed to have a good time the whole time.

So, what did my child pick out as the absolute highlight of her first visit to the nation’s capital? She wrote that her favorite part of our trip was the evening that we were too tired to go out to dinner after spending all day walking around museums so we ordered in pizza to be delivered to our hotel room and she got to watch cartoons on TV while Bridget and I took a nap.

Of such things are the memories of our childhoods writ large in the tablets of our minds.

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One For Charlotte, One For Me

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When Charlotte gets her hands on my camera, her most favorite subject is herself. Every time I download pictures from the memory card, there’s at least a couple dozen shots of her own face from about three inches away. Plus, she always manages to look like she has been on a non-stop week-long weed-smoking binge in 90% of the pictures, so I don’t even want to save them for the “cuteness” factor. It’s a good thing we don’t have to use film cameras any more.

So whoever thought up this latest innovation clearly had narcissistic children and stoners in mind: a camera with an LCD viewing screen in the front.

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I suppose it’s also useful for those embarrassing Facebook photos and avatars and such. Never again will the social networker be forced to comb their hair backwards to stand in front of a mirror to take their head shot and not look like their reflection. I expect this particular gadget to sell like hotcakes.

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And here’s a bit of whizbangery that I can’t wait to get my hands on: an “augmented reality” app for the iPhone that can identify where you are via GPS and then annotate the live video from the built in webcam to provide you with information about your surroundings. (Here’s a direct link to the BBC video from that story, if you prefer).

Acrossair’s “New York Nearest Subway” and “Nearest Tube” (for London) will be available on the iTunes Store as soon as Apple releases the next upgrade of the iPhone OS (v.3.1), but the BBC story also refers to a Dutch company which rolled out an even more-comprehensive app called Layar which runs on phones using Google’s Android OS and can display information about shops, restaurants, ATMs, and even real estate listings. That service is limited to the Netherlands (in fact, I think it’s only for Amsterdam proper), but they anticipate expanding the service to other European cities soon.

Of course, the ultimate setup for a technology like that is to embed the display into a pair of glasses so that you wouldn’t need to look like a complete dork walking around New York holding your smartphone in front of you, but I suppose people have gotten used to looking like dorks walking around talking on their Bluetooth headsets, so what’s the diff? Nevertheless, I think this would be an extremely cool iPhone app.

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Instant Collectible

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Here’s “Little Mami” herself on this year’s baseball card. Charlotte moved up from tee-ball to beginner softball this year. We’ve only got a couple of weeks left to go, in fact, because the season is synced up to the school year, and they don’t have a summer softball program for the beginners.

There are some big differences between the tee-ball and softball programs, not the least of which is that while tee-ball was co-ed, now things are sex-segregated. The boys play baseball, and the girls play softball and ne’er the twain shall meet. For her two years in tee-ball, Charlotte was the only girl on her team, and most of the other teams also only had one or two girls. Now, she has an all-girl team and plays against other all-girl teams. Where were all these girls when they were playing tee-ball is what I wonder. I’m also a little surprised that there is still the old-school baseball-vs-softball divide; seems to me that the girls could play baseball just as easily, so why are they still forced to play a “lesser” sport?

The other big difference as far as the game itself goes is that this year the coaches pitch to the kids instead of using a tee. You would think this would make for interminably long and boring games, while kids swung at pitch after pitch to no avail, but no. For starters, even though the kids don’t “strike out”, the coaches do limit the number of pitches each kid can get, and do in fact make the kids sit down if they can’t hit it after 6-8 tries. But, more amazingly, the kids are actually learning to hit the ball. Charlotte, who had never once hit the ball in two years of tee-ball, and who went through the first three practices and two games without connecting, now hits the ball on every single at-bat. All the girls on Charlotte’s team can now reliably hit the ball, in fact, and a couple of them can really whack it good. Not to sound too biased, but of the teams we’ve seen, hers is the best hitting team.

Fielding? Well, maybe they’ll learn that next year. To be fair, some of the teams that don’t hit as well are better at fielding, and I suppose it depends on the ability of the coaches to a large extent. Charlotte’s coach, who is also female, is great. She really knows the game and the requisite skills and actually teaches the girls how to do it the right way. That’s quite a switch from our experiences with the various soccer coaches, who were all over the map in terms of their ability to actually coach kids.

Charlotte opted out of soccer after last spring, and I have to say I think it was a great decision. The shorter season, the better coaching, and the smaller number of people participating overall make softball a much more manageable experience for her and for us. I am quite tickled that she seems to be getting the hang of softball/baseball, since she was so clearly not cut out for soccer, and would be quite glad to see her stick with it. She needs to find a similarly less-intense athletic activity for fall and winter, but it might take a couple of years for her to grow into one.

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