They do not keep score.
They don't, because they have a philosophy. But as it turns out, seven-year-old kids can count.
Also, I feel really old. I think you had zero kids when I started commenting here.
I really have no opinion at all about math worksheets.
Lots of things are better now than when I was a kid. Can you imagine not having access to the Internet.
Right. There's the internet; the weakening of sexism, racism, and homophobia; youth soccer; and better worksheets. This list is exhaustive.
It's great when they try to balance the teams of little kids, but I've also see parents try to stack a team so that their kid will never lose. It's not that hard with really little kids if you've seen them play before. I think they're the ones that complain about the trophies for participation.
Anyway, if the guy who sets up the teams offers you a bet on a kiddie soccer game, don't take it unless he gives you like six points.
Newt has been mysteriously never on a soccer team that wasn't dominant in his last five years in the same rec league, despite being kind of terrible. I suspect the league of putting him on teams with all the good players in an effort for balance.
Maybe the person setting up the league was trying to hit on you or Buck.
Anyway, if the guy who sets up the teams offers you a bet on a kiddie soccer game, don't take it unless he gives you like six points.
I think there's a PG Wodehouse story along these lines; Bertie and other Drones betting on the races at a church fete or something?
10: If they are, they're playing a long and subtle game.
Or I just haven't been paying attention, which is just as likely.
11: The Purity of the Turf is the story you're thinking of, I believe. It's one of the stories that was adapted for television in the series starring the House guy as Jeeves.
Hugh Laurie, the House guy, as Bertie. Stephen Fry as Jeeves.
5 last -- Alright, young'un, you should drink only Pabst and eat only Wonderbread for a week. Ok, you may already do so, but most of us are the beneficiaries of an absolute revolution in foodstuffs.
(Eg I posted on IG a pic I took at the local grocery store of Heinz organic ketchup. A completely inconceivable sight in my youth.)
While I've watched most of the Wooster & Jeeves episodes, I've never seen a single episode of House. I knew that one of the two of them was in it, but not which.
17: On the general foodstuffs point, I'm not sure. I'm a bit older than heebie, but we never ate Wonderbread growing up. We never had white bread except on special occasions. And lots and lots people still drink Pabst. Or Yuengling, I hear.
Certainly, the upper end of foodstuffs is better than it was thirty years ago.
While I've watched most of the Wooster & Jeeves episodes, I've never seen a single episode of House. I knew that one of the two of them was in it, but not which.
"I don't even own a House."
I think I've said before my kids were systematically better taught in all subjects than I was. Better methods, more attention, a much better idea of what to watch for.
I'm not sure I didn't benefit in the long run from benign neglect. I was in my own place mentally most of my time in school, but having been more engaged probably wouldn't have done any harm. I certainly remember being engaged and brightened considerably, such that for a while I looked forward to school during those brief episodes where the teaching was good, before some change reverted it to the mean.
I'm comparing early grades and local schools. I was in what was called an "underachievers" program my last year in Canada, which previewed a great many now-standard techniques. Non-algorithmic math instruction, group discussion of books, a lot of individual instruction, a lot of enrichment.
My kids' non-selective schooling was more like that from the beginning.
I've never watched House. I don't want my "Huddy" fanfic to be constrained by the series.
22.3: For such a polite place, Canada can sometimes be alarmingly direct in its terminology.
Stephen Fry as House would have been... different.
22: Before I had kids, I used to tell people that my Catholic elementary school, tough as it was, gave me a good education.
My kids in their public schools are way the hell ahead of where I was at their age in every subject. And, in fact, I now remember that when I went to a public high school, I was a bit behind the smartest kids in math.
I think I must have felt a need to rationalize the abuse that I got. It must have served some purpose.
25: not as different as Hugh Laurie as Oscar Wilde.
Somebody needs to make a show where Fry is playing Oscar Wilde who is coaching a U7 soccer team.
"That's a nice sounding play Mr. Wilde, but I'll only put it on if you can bring this team of six-year-old misfits to the championship of a league where nobody is supposed to be keeping score."
Hugh Laurie is quite a versatile actor. He also played the father of a mouse.
WILDE: Matthew, to lose one five-a-side under-sevens football match may be a misfortune. To lose two looks like carelessness.
SMALL FOOTBALL-PLAYING CHILD: (bursts into tears)
I was rather startled to see Laurie show up in Veep (as the Veep even) the other day. I'm so used to thinking of him as "that guy who used to be in lots of shows I liked but is now lost to network TV" that it didn't occur to me he would ever guest on a comedy again.
WILDE: Matthew, to lose one five-a-side under-sevens football match may be a misfortune. To lose two looks like carelessness.
SMALL FOOTBALL-PLAYING CHILD: (bursts into tears)
LADY BRACKNELL: A handball?
Oh, for Christ's sake, I knew this was a reference to something.
WILDE: The only thing worse than winning because of a dodgy penalty call is not winning because of a dodgy penalty call.
ALAN HANSEN: I wish I'd said that, Oscar.
WILDE: You will, Alan, you will.
@PremierLeagueWilde is a Twitter feed I would definitely follow.
We've reached peak worksheet.
Actually, we've past it. Instead of sending worksheets for homework, mostly my kid just logs onto to his Google Classroom account to get the URLs for whatever web activity he's been assigned to do, does it, and the results automatically get submitted to the teacher.
I imagine that saves a shitload of paper grading time.
If x kids submit y electronic worksheets at z schools, how many metric shitloads of paper have been saved?
Trick question! The shitload is an English system unit.
Everything I know about Youth Soccer I learned from Coach McGuirk.
"I hate this sport."
On losing.
On cursing.
The shitload is an English system unit.
Twelve shitloads to the fuckton.
I was just thinking recently that I believe that public school has improved since I was a kid and that makes me feel old. It's an illusion but, growing up, it just feels like elementary school education is one of those things that never changes and that generations of kids have essentially the same experience.
H-G, I'm curious what you think of the test results that show improvements in elementary school that aren't continuing through High School?
I don't know about maths, but have I mentioned that I won a prize for scripture knowledge when I was at Malvern House Preparatory School?
43: I don't know, but I pinged my smarty math ed friend, so I'll see what she saws.
Possible explanation for 43.2: In elementary school, there has been an increase in teaching to the test because it is used in evaluating elementary school teachers. But, in high school, there isn't an increase in teaching to the SAT, because that exists outside of the teacher evaluation system. So, when you compare elementary test scores to SAT scores, you are comparing something that has been increasingly emphasized, to something for which the emphasis has either not changed, or has decreased in response to increased competition for attention from other testing regimes.
45: Impressive! Is she also a lumberjack?
46: The high school results are for NAEP tests not SAT. Only kids interested in college take the SAT. so those results are a completely different ball of yarn.
I was just thinking recently that I believe that public school has improved since I was a kid and that makes me feel old. It's an illusion but, growing up, it just feels like elementary school education is one of those things that never changes and that generations of kids have essentially the same experience.
Do you have any educators in your family? Growing up around teachers, I definitely did not have this feeling.
I believe the children are our future.
Menstrual products have improved so much since my menarche that it's hard to explain the old school to youngsters. The pads the size of paperback books (and no more absorbent) attached with plastic clips to weakening, twisted elastic belts... The horror.
Ultrathin pads and modern tampons might have needed a materials science advance, but we could have had the diva cup for generations. Thank you, feminist body politics.
It's funny but I have almost no memory of actually learning anything at all in elementary school. I guess times tables, basic fractions, and arithmetic, which IIRC was almost all focused on doing speed drills. And whatever those worksheet-like things (SRAs maybe?) were that you could read to earn points or something. All other memories are from things like building missions, play-running a class store, some kind of model UN thing, sewing pillows for Childrens' Hospital, etc., which I guess taught something but were definitely not strictly academic.
I also have the sense that my kid is learning way more than I did in elementary school and in a generally better way, but that's coming from a baseline memory of elementary school as almost content-free.
I do remember we spent almost all of third grade talking about whales for some reason. I still like whales.
And a LOT of attempts at teaching words in Swahili (though no Spanish, or other foreign language stuff) throughout, which was a gigantic who knows, I guess some kind of mandated 70s-80s African American diversity curriculum, since it's important that American descendants of West African slaves learn a language spread by East African slave traders.
In elementary school, I learned that even if you didn't do your homework, they would probably pass you anyway.
I also remember learning Jambo. It means "Hello" in Africa. You know, Africa, where they all speak the same language.
We had Swahili too! I assumed it was because my school was majority black and our curriculum had a vague Afrocentric vibe to it. But maybe it was just a broader 80s thing?
I never learned Swahili! The only Swahili I know is "hakuna frittata".
We learned about whales in fifth grade by watching a young Ben Affleck lie naked in a sleeping bag with an old man.
I remember we covered a lot of mythology from various cultures in elementary school. Not just the Greeks and Romans but various parts of Africa, China, Hawaii, maybe some others.
I have no idea how accurate any of it was. Probably not very.
I remember we learned a great deal about Brasilia, but the only thing I can remember now is that it would unify the country by putting cement on top of what used to be jungle.
I also learned that jungle was really rain forest, but I keep forgetting that.
Its taken a long time for me to be deprogrammed of the "jungle is really rain forest" meme they passed off in elementary school. I actually visit jungles on a not infrequent basis. They aren't all rain forests. Certainly not in the dry season.
63: I may be wrong, but I don't think it always rains in a rain forest.
11: "Then there's the Obstacle Race," said Bingo. "Risky, in my opinion. Like betting on the Grand National. Fathers' Hat-Trimming Contest--another speculative event. That's all, except the Choir Boys' Hundred Yards Handicap, for a pewter mug presented by the vicar--open to all whose voices have not broken before the second Sunday in Epiphany. Willie Chambers won last year, in a canter, receiving fifteen yards. This time he will probably be handicapped out of the race. I don't know what to advise."
"If I might make a suggestion, sir."
I eyed Jeeves with interest. I don't know that I'd ever seen him look so nearly excited.
"You've got something up your sleeve?"
"I have, sir."
"Red-hot?"
"That precisely describes it, sir. I think I may confidently assert that we have the winner of the Choir Boys' Handicap under this very roof, sir. Harold, the page-boy."
"Page-boy? Do you mean the tubby little chap in buttons one sees bobbing about here and there? Why, dash it, Jeeves, nobody has a greater respect for your knowledge of form than I have, but I'm hanged if I can see Harold catching the judge's eye. He's practically circular, and every time I've seen him he's been leaning up against something half-asleep."
"He receives thirty yards, sir, and could win from scratch. The boy is a flier."
"How do you know?"
Jeeves coughed, and there was a dreamy look in his eye.
"I was as much astonished as yourself, sir, when I first became aware of the lad's capabilities. I happened to pursue him one morning with the intention of fetching him a clip on the side of the head----"
"Great Scott, Jeeves! You!"
"Yes, sir. The boy is of an outspoken disposition, and had made an opprobrious remark respecting my personal appearance."
"What did he say about your appearance?"
"I have forgotten, sir," said Jeeves, with a touch of austerity. "But it was opprobrious. I endeavoured to correct him, but he outdistanced me by yards and made good his escape."
"But, I say, Jeeves, this is sensational. And yet--if he's such a sprinter, why hasn't anybody in the village found it out? Surely he plays with the other boys?"
"No, sir. As his lordship's page boy, Harold does not mix with the village lads."
"Bit of a snob, what?"
"He is somewhat acutely alive to the existence of class distinctions, sir."
According to Wikipedia, Brasilia only gets 61 inches of rain a year. That seems like quite a bit, but maybe not by jungle standards.
65 is pretty good. Maybe I'll give Bertie and Jeeves on more go. Possibly, reading nearly half of a Joseph Conrad novel has improved me.
There's an extended sequence set in Brasilia-under-construction in L'Homme de Rio, probably the best part was the interior of the maniacal bad guy fantasy moderno mansion - decorated with the usual profusion of tchotkes.
Françoise Dorléac spends the first half of the movie running around in the most perfectly beautiful dress and jacket.
I remember my relationship with math first heading south in elementary school when they wanted to cram our heads with rote memorization of eg times tables. I found this impossible but could do the work if left to my own devices because I loved figuring out how to get to the answer by following relationships between and among numbers and patterns. It sounds very much like what is on HG's daughter's worksheets. I was roundly told off for messing about and sent back to the memorization drills. Very happy things are better in Texas!
I used to love the times tables. That stuff was easy. It was penmanship I hated. And coloring.
It was being pent up in a classroom for six hours a day that was the worst for me.
It wasn't that big of a deal for me. There was no internet.
Plus, when I was in grade school, we only had four TV channels.
I remember my relationship with math first heading south in elementary school when they wanted to cram our heads with rote memorization of eg times tables. I found this impossible but could do the work if left to my own devices because I loved figuring out how to get to the answer by following relationships between and among numbers and patterns. It sounds very much like what is on HG's daughter's worksheets. I was roundly told off for messing about and sent back to the memorization drills. Very happy things are better in Texas!
Hopefully the wave of "WTF is this new math! Moron teachers screwing everything up, so sad I can't help my kids with homework" Facebook posts will not be a theme every September for the next 15 years. The counter-wave of "Hey, here's a video introduction to the new math teaching methods" Facebook posts seem pretty effective.
I should watch a video explaining the off sides rule in soccer. Apparently, once you get to U10, the rule is supposed to be enforced.
I know it's designed to keep scoring from happening often enough that the game gets interesting, but I can't remember how.
There's the old school version, and then the current version of the off-side rule.
But, basically, there needs to be 2 people from the opposing team between the player and the goal at the time the ball is kicked to that player (assuming the player is ahead of the ball).
Is there a rule stopping a team from getting one goal and then spending the entire rest of the game standing on their own goal line?
69. I always got C's in penmanship, gratefully.
We didn't even have Cs. We have VS, S, U, and something else. Every time I try to recall them, I get confused with the Harry Potter OWL grades.
The rule that says you don't have to shoot the ball on the ground?
78: even if they couldn't pass, the opposing team could have one person advance on the goal with the ball, and those aren't good odds for the goalie.
re: 78
No. Parking the bus, etc
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_association_football_terms#P
No-one literally does it, though.
we only had four TV channels
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Teaching kids to ride bikes is better these days, what with balance bikes becoming popular. Everything else is worse.
74: Tom Lehrer performed New Math in 1965. Complaining about New Math has been a staple of being a parent in America for at least 50 years--even though for the past 20 or so years, the complainers learned the stuff in elementary school. It's not going away.
I was so tempted to say 60 years, and then blame my error on having studied New Math.
86: Boo helmets! Hurray for brain damage!
It sure was better back then.
Back then I could be around billowing clouds of cigarette smoke so thick you could hardly see through it just by taking a car ride with dad. Now I have to go all the way to a bar.
Remember how the door to the teacher's lounge was like the opening of the Lonely Mountain when Smaug was still inside? Hardly anybody has more need of cigarettes than somebody dealing with 25 kids.
Do high schools still have a smoking area for students?
They didn't when I was in high school thirty years ago.
There was an unofficial area for pot smoking at my high school, but they built an auditorium on it.
We had one, 25 years ago.... though I think around that time it got shuffled of to a spot that was technically off campus.
If we wanted to smoke pot, we had to take a drive, which seems dangerous in retrospect. Better to have a designated area, I think.
94: Cheech and Chong are really not a good indication of how interesting that is to watch.
91: Remember it well.
Our student smoking area was next to the bicycle racks, creating an unfortunate clash of cultures.
94:
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone?
Our student smoking area was next to the bicycle racks, creating an unfortunate clash of cultures.
Seems like the perfect set-up for an '80s themed Romeo and Juliet-based musical.
At my high school, the was a $50 fine plus a Saturday detention* for any student caught using a tobacco product at school or a school event.
* This reminds me that the other day I was riding on the bus and saw a young woman with the ending letter from "The Breakfast Club" printed on her t-shirt.
"You know, Africa, where they all speak the same language."
This was a good moment.
I'm disappointed that the comment in 99 didn't just read "HISSSSSssssss".
76 - If that wasn't the rule every team would just park one or two guys right on the opposing team's goal line and then just kick the ball as hard as possible at them every time they got their hands on it. With the offside rule they have to actually move the ball down the field themselves. It's sort of like the rule in American football that prevents whoever has the ball from just chucking down the field at someone no matter where they are on the field - if they could do that advancing the ball down the field would just turn into a massive game of keep-away, which would be a lot more boring.
I'm not sure what rule in American football you are talking about. There are some players who can't catch a forward pass but I'm pretty sure the quarterback can chuck the ball down the field to the eligible receivers no matter how far down they are. It's just rarely practical and possible to go very deep.
At my highschool there was no smoking area for students, and I'm pretty sure getting caught smoking anywhere* came with a moderately serious penalty, like a week's detention or possibly even a suspension.
*As in, not limited to on school grounds/during school/etc. If a teacher saw you smoking at the park in, say, July when school was out you could totally be looking forward to punishment that fall. No I'm not sure why this was a thing but apparently they could get away with it so it was. I don't know how seriously it was enforced though - probably very few teachers cared enough to enforce it at that level.
If the ball has to be caught before it hits the ground and everybody has to line up after each play, it really limits effective range.
"They" meaning "whoever has the ball". The quarterback can throw to a receiver behind the line of scrimmage and have that guy throw it down the field, from what I can remember, but the second whoever has the ball crosses that line they can't throw it down the field anymore. (Can they throw it sideways or back? I think so but I might be confusing it with Rugby.)
Actually come to think of it it's almost (but not quite because of the throwing/catching difference) literally the exact same rule, it's just that in soccer the equivalent of the line of scrimmage moves around with wherever the defenders happen to be on the field rather than remaining fixed in one place.
The off-side rule only applies in the opposition half and it's taken from when the ball is struck, so a good player can beat the offside trap if they make a smart run.
When I was 12 and playing holding-mid/left-back, my team had a wicked off-side trap, because the opposition strikers were all air-head show ponies who didn't pay attention to little things like "where the defenders were".
109: cf "the play" where Cal play like a slightly rusty league team.
Also it is the exact same rule genealogically: it's off-side. More clear if you look at the rugby analogues, which exist in a kind of mid-point.
My high school had a smoking area that was only for seniors. Everyone else had to use the bathrooms like an animal.
Our student government had a debate about having a smoking area, because people just did it in the bathroom making it disgusting for everyone. Except that our student government was subject to a veto by the principal, which could be overridden by 2/3 and would result in the superintendent hearing an appeal, which she could then veto as the final word. In other words we could pass legislation on topics like a smoking area but if administration didn't approve it would never happen. I should check if anyone from my school became a Republican staffer.
Is this the old people thread? Because, my god, do I crave death right now. Gout attack, headache, severe back pain, a bunch of other stuff that hardly bears mentioning -- if you don't have your health, you have NOTHING.
Gout treatment has gotten better since we were kids.
The insanely expensive pills I got earlier this year do actually seem to help a bit. My old highschool classmate who works in the same building as me advises that I should drink pure cherry juice.
You'd think that anybody would know not to drink impure cherry juice.
It took me 20 minutes to log in to "share" somebody's calendar but the link doesn't take me to a calendar.
I just know this is going to make me reboot.
Why can't people just tell me when shit it instead of all this crap.
Something that is sad: I haven't really commented here for years, but I'm sitting alone in a city where I know hardly anyone a few days after my marriage of about a decade has ended ... And I feel the need to tell you about because somehow that is my best option for non judgemental reassurance that it will get better. This sucks. Pretend one time internet friends, tell me it will suck less.
I did have to reboot and while I was waiting, somebody else with bigger problems came along and made me feel petty.
And I'm sure it will feel better with time. Most things that aren't gout do.
Wow, JFK, I'm sorry to hear that. And it will definitely get better.
"Your Apple ID must be used on iOS or OS X device before you can use iClouds for Windows."
Does that mean I have to find my iPod?
Well at least it's not gout then.
Well at least it's not gout then.
Well, I just had the opportunity to do some real meaningful pro-queer education at work last week, and maybe that will have big effects down the road. Look for those opportunities in your life. And people here probably like you a lot. Maybe you won't magically turn into James Bond, but there's still fun and interest and excitement to be had in life.
Installing Apple software on Windows never ends well. I suspect its because only the shittiest engineers at Apple get to work on Windows projects. As a result, they produce terrible, terrible software.
Hang in there JFK. It's moving in fits and starts and occasional reverses, but 7 months in is significantly better than the first month.
As the most-divorced person here, I think, I can absolutely, 100% guarantee you that not only do things get better, but that you're more likely to see this time in retrospect more as the end of an awful period than the beginning of one. But it sure does feel awful in the moment and there's no sugarcoating or Pollyanna-ing it -- it really, really sucks. It helps to have some other people around who have gone or are going through the same thing (I didn't, but if you know those folks, reach out to them, otherwise check back here).
Sorry, JFK. It gets so much better. Also the people here are great.
I can deal with shitty software. I just can't open an account in an iOS device when I don't have one. Maybe I'll go to the Apple Store and they'll do it for me at the genius bar.
And, yes, fits and starts, but it does ultimately improve, even when it feels like it won't.
Thorn, I know the folks here are great. Life got busy, and this was one of the things I stopped doing, so my food related pseudo wouldn't be familiar to the newer amongst you (you included, I think)
Thanks all. I think that's what I needed.
Really, previous was supposed to start with "Thanks Thorn"
Sorry, JFK. It will get better.
I still think of myself as relatively new here but I delurked in 2009. Lee finally moved out seven or eight weeks ago and things already seen to be improving for her too. Right now I have a sinus infection and of course the three children and it's still better than being in a bad relationship. I hope yours wasn't like that, but it's still no fun to have been unhappy or to have been married to someone who was unhappy about it.
I'm far enough out I've been reading old breakup/divorce threads and that helps. Apo is of course always right. I just meant people here will listen and understand.
I don't know. I never did manage to get the iCloud calendar to work.
I'm not recommending this, but theoretically, if you were sadistic, you might enjoy being married to someone who was unhappy about it.
Ok, fair point. Want to tell us more about your marriage, Mobes?
It's more of a general rule for living.
Sorry to hear it, JFK. If friends' experience is any guide, it will suck, but you'll find happiness again.
146: 2009 would be when I "left" so I guess that's why I didn't think I remembered you. I'm glad to here things have gotten better for you, and hope to be in the same place before too long .
I should know that pseudo, but I'm drawing a blank. Sweet or savory?
depends if you're British or USian, I think.
I think Canada uses the US meaning? But I'm not very sure.
It wasn't originally food related, that was apo's fault. Now I feel silly talking about it at all under the blanket of presidential secrecy.
Sorry to hear it, JFK. If friends' experience is any guide, it will suck, but you'll find happiness again.
Again?
(Couldn't resist. I'm sure it will get better, Mr. President.)
Anyway, sticking with her partner to the very end really did not work well for Eva Braun, but by letting Benito wander off with his mistresses, Rachele Mussolini got to live long enough to see Khomeini return to Iran.
Canadian recipes generally call for fresh coriander, not cilantro. Other than that, it's pretty much US terms and US meanings, I think. Well, unless the recipe is in French.
If it's served in Canada and doesn't have gravy, don't eat it if the recipe isn't in French.
Oh, maybe you were just saying they use the word "coriander". Carry on.
Coriander and cilantro are two different parts of the same plant. I'm not sure what this has to do with anything pseud related
169: Yes. Canadian cookbooks are more likely to call for "fresh coriander" (as distinct from dried), rather than for "cilantro."
JFK, yes, pretty much everyone finds that things get better. I sure did, and basically nobody accuses me of optimism or of seeing the bright side.
Sounds banal, but eat right, sleep as regularly as you can, believe in yourself.
Hey, TNC wins a MacArthur grant. Anyone else we know, you wastrels? https://www.macfound.org/fellows/class/2015/
Anyone else we know, you wastrels?
Don't personally know anyone on that list (I'm way out of that loop, and just don't move in those circles), but I certainly know of Lin-Manuel Miranda.
I saw "Hamilton" a few weeks ago, and was absolutely blown away (astonished, edified, and delighted). Serriously, if you have a chance to see "Hamilton," don't turn it down. Rapper Daveed Diggs playing first the Marquis de Lafayette and then Thomas Jefferson is worth 2x the price of admission.
Also: this (To Life!).
food related pseudo
If you're making a comeback "Wry Tuber" is available.
but by letting Benito wander off with his mistresses, Rachele Mussolini got to live long enough to see Khomeini return to Iran.
I bet that made it all seem worthwhile.
I read 158 as suggesting some kind of pie.
When I was in high school there was a designated smoking area that was strategically located where admin could keep an eye on the smokers and any drug deals going down. One day the burnouts who used the smoking area staged a protest complete with bed sheet spray painted with some lame slogan. We They chanted some stupid slogan, lit up our their cigarettes, and walked out on to the football field carrying that dumb bed sheet. Good times.
126 Something that is sad: I haven't really commented here for years, but I'm sitting alone in a city where I know hardly anyone a few days after my marriage of about a decade has ended
That is very sad, JFK and you have my sympathies. I've been there. In my case it was a marriage of over a decade and we'd recently moved so I found myself all alone in a strange city far from family and friends to deal with it all. In my case it took longer than most. But this year is turning out to be the best one I've had in a long time, including any single year of that horribly failed marriage. So hang in there, it sucks, there's no getting around that, and the suckitude will mostly likely get worse before it gets better. But it will get better. And the better can be pretty damn great.
(Your commenting here is a good sign, in my case I was a lurker back then (I may have a comment or two from way back in the day but that's about it) and was far too wrecked and depressed to comment or interact with anyone really. So stick around, you've friends and company here.)
138 Most divorced person here? You got three under your belt, Tigre?
read 158 as suggesting some kind of pie.
I still do. Now I'm very confused.
Anyone else we know, you wastrels?
Well fuck. It's been a while but I know one of the winners from back when we overlapped a bit in grad school. As if I needed another reminder of my underachievement.
180.last I didn't mean to imply I have more than the 2 myself. And RT should give up a point because LA.
On topic, sort of: First "a kid was found with lice" email of the season. Back when I was in school, they had to send home those notices on paper.
It's not the number of divorces, it's the intensity of each. Sort of a divorce integral.
There's a scale of intensity ranging from Gabor to Bobbit.
Or Maclean: "Have you never considered divorce?"
"Divorce, never! But murder, often."
I wonder if the easing of the requirements for divorce didn't cut the domestic murder rate a bit, but I don't know how you'd get the data to test that easily.
I suppose I could google something up, but maybe not at work. It's only been a couple of years since a faculty member tried something really stupid with his lab supplies.
A couple of years given a strict definition of "really stupid." I'm sure somebody has blown up a room or something for recently.
Hey, TNC wins a MacArthur grant.
This is a moment when I appreciate for twitter. Not surprisingly, TNC has several good tweets this morning.
Welcome back, JFK. I'm sorry you're having to go through this pain now, but I agree that it will one day seem the end of a bad time. Hang in there.
JFK, hang in there.
188: Divorce law was liberalized so gradually over the generations - no-fault was only the capstone - that it would be very hard to disassociate from other social change.
Maybe you could get funding from James Dobson to pick a frame of marrying couples in AR/LA/AZ, randomly tell half about the many advantages of covenant marriage, and then follow them.
That's too slow. It's got to be retrospective.
Unless Dobson is willing to pay for several cases of vodka per couple.
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dairy queen, if you're reading could you please email me, naniwablogger at gmail? Hoping to pick your brain about consignment shops...
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Just the two so far, BF. Fist bump, we can reign for now as joint local kings of the divorced, though if polygamy is still legal where you are you can get an easy jump on the sole crown.
Divorce is for heretics. Annulment or death!
Unless I missed something, Tigre has remarried and you haven't. I think that puts him in the lead.
173: Pretty sure I'm one degree of separation from the photographer/artist.