That should be the warning that precedes my daughter’s utterances. I am not stating this because I am a parental braggart but rather as the listener routinely amazed at what my 4-year-old says. There was the time she pointed to a map of the United States that also included portions of Mexico and said “That’s Mexico where they have horses.” I don’t ever remember pointing out Mexico to her. While the second part of her statement isn’t something I normally associate with Mexico, it’s not an untrue or implausible statement. Now she dazzles her dad and me with what she can read: Last night it was the name of a program, Twitches, in the online programming guide.
Her memory and observation skills at times leave me speechless. I only wish that I could say that my memory were as good. I am horrible about writing her observations down and find that the anecdotes I was sure I would remember I often forget. Jellybean’s memory has always been formidable. Many young children quickly forget something you told them yesterday or several hours ago. Very few ever remember something that happened months ago. Not Jellybean. I was never able to use that parental pass of deferring an action (usually a purchase) by saying next time. Jellybean would not only remember but would quote what I’d said to her (“Remember when you said…”). I’ve yet to be caught in an untruth or to mix up my stories, but that’s most likely that I’ve never really lied to her—only postponed a decision.
Jellybean is one of the most perceptive people I’ve met. She makes note of details without belying that she is doing so. In addition, she is a keen observer of people and their emotions. She’ll often ask why a person was sad when the only indication of the emotion is body language and subtle facial cues. Jellybean is not only visually perceptive: Her auditory comprehension is well defined. She rides to work with her dad, and they often listen to music together. One morning they were listening to Warren Zevon’s “My Ride’s Here.” When the song was over, Jellybean told her dad that the song was about an angel who was going to take him away. She’s right, the song does mention an angel and it is about moving on.
As Jellybean grows, I will try to temper my awe so that I might observe her daily discoveries. I will give my flagging memory a justified workout and commit her utterances and epiphanies to memory (or at the very least paper).
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
A Sense of Community
The community I live in, Brambleton, is a master planned community that was one of the first in the nation to have fiber to the home (FTTH). Part of having FTTH, is that we have a community intranet where residents can access the latest newsletter, a community directory, post classified ads, and partake in the community forum.
While one might imagine that an online community forum might facilitate community discourse, that hasn’t really been the case. Our forum seems to foment the typical petty annoyances (such as mowing the lawn too early in the morning) of suburbia into full-scale diatribes on social ethics.
This summer Brambleton residents have been treated to four threads on repeated closures of the pool for health reasons. It seems that there is a phantom aquatic pooper running amok in Brambleton and this has lead to the closure of the pool 12 times and the banning of toddlers from the pool over the July 4 holiday. Further, these incidents and the resulting forum threads have pitted childless residents against the parents of young children.
Of course, this is just a reflection of a demographic shift going on throughout the country. The number of households without children under 18 is increasing. I moved from Arlington County, which is a county that is increasingly made up of childless households. I did not, however, expect to find this issue in Loudoun County—the third fastest growing county in the nation. A county in which a third of the population is under age 18 and another third is in the age group most likely to be parents.
Our forum in Brambleton differs from many online bulletin boards in that you post under your own name. In addition, users can email you by simply clicking a link, get a map to your house with one click, or can look up your address and phone number (if you listed them in the directory). So I must say that I am dumbfounded by some of the posts made by residents. There is the usual yuppie braggadocio about cars, decks, patios and—for a community located in the Dulles tech corridor—boasts about home network and home theater setups.
However there have been several posts by one particular resident that I offend me with their subtle racism, cultural bigotry, and jingoism. This one individual has managed to turn a request for a cab company recommendation into a commentary on cab drivers’ inability to speak English. The person further expounded on the language barrier in one of the pool threads by positing the theory that the culprit might not know the pool rules because they cannot speak and read the language. The individual adds further insult to their theory by implying that individuals not originally from the United States do not have the same concept of hygiene as Americans.
Now you might think that I am unhappy in Brambleton and that I am painting my community in an unflattering light or that I do not like my fellow residents. Let me state that I really like Brambleton. It is still in its early phases of development but has already established a wonderful sense of community. Also, I have wonderful neighbors, who do not pick apart the same petty sins that my online compatriots do. The one difference, I speak with these neighbors the old fashioned way: face-to-face.
Postscript: Imagine my surprise (or should I say dismay) to find a post from the neighborhood xenophobe, who has volunteered to apply to be a Today show suburban correspondent. This individual felt qualified to be a correspondent because of the copious amount of neighborhood gossip they could divulge. So let’s see a yenta with a limited world view—just who I would want to represent my community.
While one might imagine that an online community forum might facilitate community discourse, that hasn’t really been the case. Our forum seems to foment the typical petty annoyances (such as mowing the lawn too early in the morning) of suburbia into full-scale diatribes on social ethics.
This summer Brambleton residents have been treated to four threads on repeated closures of the pool for health reasons. It seems that there is a phantom aquatic pooper running amok in Brambleton and this has lead to the closure of the pool 12 times and the banning of toddlers from the pool over the July 4 holiday. Further, these incidents and the resulting forum threads have pitted childless residents against the parents of young children.
Of course, this is just a reflection of a demographic shift going on throughout the country. The number of households without children under 18 is increasing. I moved from Arlington County, which is a county that is increasingly made up of childless households. I did not, however, expect to find this issue in Loudoun County—the third fastest growing county in the nation. A county in which a third of the population is under age 18 and another third is in the age group most likely to be parents.
Our forum in Brambleton differs from many online bulletin boards in that you post under your own name. In addition, users can email you by simply clicking a link, get a map to your house with one click, or can look up your address and phone number (if you listed them in the directory). So I must say that I am dumbfounded by some of the posts made by residents. There is the usual yuppie braggadocio about cars, decks, patios and—for a community located in the Dulles tech corridor—boasts about home network and home theater setups.
However there have been several posts by one particular resident that I offend me with their subtle racism, cultural bigotry, and jingoism. This one individual has managed to turn a request for a cab company recommendation into a commentary on cab drivers’ inability to speak English. The person further expounded on the language barrier in one of the pool threads by positing the theory that the culprit might not know the pool rules because they cannot speak and read the language. The individual adds further insult to their theory by implying that individuals not originally from the United States do not have the same concept of hygiene as Americans.
Now you might think that I am unhappy in Brambleton and that I am painting my community in an unflattering light or that I do not like my fellow residents. Let me state that I really like Brambleton. It is still in its early phases of development but has already established a wonderful sense of community. Also, I have wonderful neighbors, who do not pick apart the same petty sins that my online compatriots do. The one difference, I speak with these neighbors the old fashioned way: face-to-face.
Postscript: Imagine my surprise (or should I say dismay) to find a post from the neighborhood xenophobe, who has volunteered to apply to be a Today show suburban correspondent. This individual felt qualified to be a correspondent because of the copious amount of neighborhood gossip they could divulge. So let’s see a yenta with a limited world view—just who I would want to represent my community.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Initial Thoughts
Call me a Luddite, but I am finally starting a blog. This blog will be a little of everything, maybe all over the map—just like me. I will most likely write about what I know, which is my life—though I’ll leave work out of it.
As for the title, it reflects how I’m feeling right now. I’d sort of fancied myself, while not quite bohemian, a bit sophisticated. Well, I’ve come to the sinking realization that I live a completely bourgeois existence. To add further insult, nearly 2 years ago, I moved to a decidedly Red State exurb of Washington, DC.
This brings me to the subtitle of this blog, Bucking the Trends. You see I do not fit into most of the demographic trends for the community I live in: I’m a registered Democrat. I’m a liberal. I am a working mother (who, sin of all sins, actually wants to work). I am only going to have one child. I do not call myself a Christian. I do not scrapbook (or have any other such inane hobby). I do not read Oprah book club selections. I am a feminist.
So while I may lead a bourgeois, mainstream (at least as defined by others) lifestyle. I am not in the mainstream.
As for the title, it reflects how I’m feeling right now. I’d sort of fancied myself, while not quite bohemian, a bit sophisticated. Well, I’ve come to the sinking realization that I live a completely bourgeois existence. To add further insult, nearly 2 years ago, I moved to a decidedly Red State exurb of Washington, DC.
This brings me to the subtitle of this blog, Bucking the Trends. You see I do not fit into most of the demographic trends for the community I live in: I’m a registered Democrat. I’m a liberal. I am a working mother (who, sin of all sins, actually wants to work). I am only going to have one child. I do not call myself a Christian. I do not scrapbook (or have any other such inane hobby). I do not read Oprah book club selections. I am a feminist.
So while I may lead a bourgeois, mainstream (at least as defined by others) lifestyle. I am not in the mainstream.
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