Jewish TMI

By: | February 28, 2017

In my family, we talk an awful lot about bowel movements. If. When. Consistency. Pain level.

I call my Aunt Judy. “How are you?” I ask. “Terrible,” she says. “All I do is schlep back and forth to the bathroom. Sometimes I sit on the toilet and cry.”

I call my Dad and his lady friend, Ann. “How are things?” I ask. “Terrible,” Dad says. “Ann has a miserable stomach, terrible constipation. She’s been moaning and groaning all day.”

My mom used to tell me why she rarely called her sister. “All she wants to talk about is her diarrhea,” she said.

I’m not kidding. This is how it goes. Poop (or lack of) dominates every conversation. Continue reading →

Dial M for Medicine

By: | February 27, 2017

One evening last week, after digesting about three times the recommended daily allowance of political news and making myself nauseous with anxiety about the state of the world, I resorted to a familiar remedy. My husband found me in the half-lit bedroom, staring at a flickering iPad. I looked up and shrugged.

“Icelandic crime drama,” I said.

He nodded understandingly, and shut the door.

I’ve been like this for decades, I’m afraid. Thanks to a family friend, I heard or read all but the creepiest Sherlock Holmes adventures in elementary school. I spent a fiendishly lovely middle-school summer following Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple from one bloodstained British drawing-room to the next. In high school, I indiscriminately absorbed Alfred Hitchcock and Tony Hillerman, Edgar Allen Poe and Murder, She Wrote.

Whether they’re dark and violent or corny and cozy, whodunits or procedurals or a little of both, I still love mysteries. On glum, rainy evenings when everything seems out of joint, I’ll open a Ruth Rendell or a P.D. James or a Dorothy Sayers like some people open a bottle of wine.

There are certain moods, certain species of confusion and hopelessness, that only Harriet Vane can fix. Continue reading →

The Last Word

By: | February 25, 2017

The big theme of the week at LWON: Nature. Probably because many of us who should be in puffy coats and moon boots (remember moon boots?) have been sunbathing and strutting around in flip flops.

But Rose kicked off the week with a look inside, at our digital limbs (cell phones) and computer-network-wired brains (think Facebook). She’s like to know, as would the rest of us, who has legal access to these electronic bits of ourselves?

Helen then reminded us what this season is supposed to be like—in a redux from an actual winter. She really likes winter.

Then came Jessa’s redux considering words and pictures and click-bait facts in what we read. She reminds us why digging deeper matters, even if you end up with just factoids on the brain.

Emma Marris brought us back to nature with another in her series about making beautiful things with Earthly ingredients like sticks and berries. Check out her ice ornaments and make your own.

And finally, Cameron expressed her love for a potted plant. The first step is admitting it, Cameron. We’re proud of you.

Potted

By: | February 24, 2017

I’m in love with a houseplant. It’s a maidenhair fern, its frilly little leaves dangling from willowy stems. There’s something about it that just makes me incredibly happy. It’s true, my heart even flutters a bit when I see it.

This is my first adult relationship with a houseplant. As a kid, we had plants all over our house, but I thought they were weird. The plants got aphids, my dad would squirt them with a soapy spray bottle. They smelled like soggy dirt—soggy inside dirt, which is totally different than soggy outside dirt. We also had an annual infestation of carpenter ants, which I associated with the plants.

I may not have been wrong—the ants feed on other insects and sugary things, including the honeydew that aphids and other houseplant-dwelling insects produce. Honeydew is sweet, sweet bug poop. Continue reading →

Creating With Nature: Ice Ornaments

By: | February 23, 2017

transparent circles of ice with berries and sticks embedded in them, along with loops. Four are shown.If it is still freezing hard during the night where you live, you can try this easy and fun art project. Find some paper plates, cups, tupperware containers, anything with an interesting shape that you can get ice out of in one piece pretty easily. I like the paper plates because you can kind of peel them off. Fill your containers with water. Now add pretty things from the yard or neighborhood. Berries, ferns, petals, rose hips, bits of evergreen foliage, anything you like. Finally, cut a length of twine and make sure the two ends are completely submerged. This will be your hanger. Leave them outside. In the morning the decoration will be ready to hang on a tree, a fence, or your front door.

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Redux: Reading Beyond the Shallows

By: | February 22, 2017

A wave of books in the last couple of years has warned of the mentally-unhealthy click bait diet and what it means for our attention spans. We are enjoined to unplug, descend from the shallows and engage in “deep work.” After all, the creator of every great work of culture has been able–at minimum–to pay attention, and that ability is under threat.

I believe that we in the media can be part of the solution by resisting certain common devices that make our work “digestible”. It’s never wrong to be readable or clear, and there are ways in which we can write to scaffold the reader’s attention, helping them to hold more ideas in mind than they could without the text. But there are some techniques that buoy a reader’s mind at the surface and make it very difficult to immerse themselves in long-form pieces. I wrote about them here.

Image: Wikimedia Commons

Redux: A Snow Day

By: | February 21, 2017

The last few days in Washington have been beautiful, springlike. Soft breezes, temperature in the 60s and 70s.

Which would be fine, if it were spring. But it is February, and it is not fine. This weather is making me angry. I try to enjoy it, because it’s what we have, and it is, objectively, lovely. Sometimes I can succeed for as much as an hour at a time. But Sunday I had to turn my air conditioning on. 

Here’s a throwback to a post from two years ago, when we were having proper winter in the mid-Atlantic. (Full text is below.)  

snowy morningThe first snow of the year, and the first noticeable snow of this winter, fell here in D.C. on Tuesday. Yes, we know that our reaction to snow makes no sense. No, we don’t have enough snowplows. No, we don’t know how to drive in snow. You’re very clever for noticing, People Who Live In Consistently Snowy Places.

A few inches of snow wreaked the usual havoc. Screenshots of the traffic maps this morning showed red spaghetti. Schools delayed, then closed, or didn’t close and earned their very own trending hashtag (#closeFCPS). Some find the chaos profitable–“body shop weather,” an acquaintance who manages such a business called it. Many, I gather, find it annoying.

With no car to keep out of the ditch or kids to worry about, snow still holds that joy of childhood for me – the promise of a special day, just because the moisture and the cold collided in just the right way in my part of the world. Even though I don’t get days off for meteorology anymore, because I work for a company headquartered in a place that gets serious snow. But a snow day still feels special, a cold, white present from the sky, a literal gift from above. Continue reading →

Before You Can Enter, We Need to Search Your Brain

By: | February 20, 2017

an etching of a crowd, a man performing a mind reading trick on a seated woman

On Friday, January 27th, Donald Trump signed an executive order banning people from seven countries from entering the United States. And in the wake of that executive order, there have been a continuos stream of reports that people trying to enter the United States (whether from those countries or not) have been subjected to a variety of questions and searches.

One Canadian student with family ties to Morocco says he was asked about whether he went to mosques, and which ones specifically, and was asked to turn over his phone and passwords. A NASA scientist was detained at the border and says he was told he would not be released unless he gave the border guards access to his phone. Another Canadian woman was turned away from the border after the police reportedly questioned her about her Muslim faith and looked through her phone for about an hour.

Over the past few weeks I’ve seen story after story about how to secure your digital information online, and others wondering if it was even possible. I’ve also had a lot of friends asking me, both rhetorically and literally if they plan to try and travel outside the United States, what the rules are about this kind of thing. Can the US Customs and Border Patrol demand your phone’s contents? Your social media information? Your passwords?

All this got me thinking about something that a legal scholar told me a while back, about how the law treats phones. I preface all of this saying that I am very, very, very much not a lawyer and this should not be construed as legal advice of any kind. I just thought it was interesting.

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