| Arthur and Kevin's Nellorat ( @ 2006-08-19 08:34:00 |
Morbid News-stravaganza
NATIONAL NEWS: On Thursday, I was all set to comment to student essays on the subway home from meeting with my business-writing student in Manhattan, except that (1) new 9/11 tapes had been released, and (2) a suspect was arrested in the JonBenet Ramsey case. A morbid-interest news-stravaganza!
Yes, I actually bought a New York Post.
My interest in the 9/11 tapes is a weird combination of morbid and uplifting--I've read reports, memoirs, etc., and many people showed a true, shining core of humanity in the dire circumstances. I deeply pray that I never get the occasion, but I also pray that I would rise to it as so many did, if I do.
The interest in the JonBenet case is half interest in moral slime (teaching in Bangkok, world center of child prostitution, f'ghu's sake) and half social analysis. If JonBenet had not been involved in the quasi-prurient world of child beauty pageants, would the press have been anywhere near as willing to blame the parents for her murder, with its sexual overtones? And why do child beauty pageants seem so sexual anyway? Is our definition of "beauty" for females that limited, or our definition of "adult" (which the kids emulate), or what? Would we be better off if we treated children more like little adults or more like their own people but quite different?
A FUNNY INCIDENT: I always bring food to the Asian school: I'm often there for hours (yesterday, eight); also, especially now, when I'm not watching my blood sugar that well, I never know when I'll go hypo. When I'm short on sleep, I include a baggie of coffee crystals, a baggie of Splenda, and a spoon.
Yesterday I did go hypo and ate all the food I'd brought. Oh, I needed coffee too, so I set that stuff out. I'd used a bag from the vet's to bring it in, and at the bottom of the bag I found a syringe--no needle, given us for administering meds to the rats.
So there, sitting on the table in front of the room, are an empty bigger bag, a small baggie of dark crystals, a small baggie of white crystals, a spoon, and a syringe.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to tell the class why I wanted to laugh, but decided it wouldn't be prudent. "Ma, Dr. [Nellorat] made a joke about drug use in class today!"
Mood: cheerful, hard-working, energized by class ending Tuesday
NATIONAL NEWS: On Thursday, I was all set to comment to student essays on the subway home from meeting with my business-writing student in Manhattan, except that (1) new 9/11 tapes had been released, and (2) a suspect was arrested in the JonBenet Ramsey case. A morbid-interest news-stravaganza!
Yes, I actually bought a New York Post.
My interest in the 9/11 tapes is a weird combination of morbid and uplifting--I've read reports, memoirs, etc., and many people showed a true, shining core of humanity in the dire circumstances. I deeply pray that I never get the occasion, but I also pray that I would rise to it as so many did, if I do.
The interest in the JonBenet case is half interest in moral slime (teaching in Bangkok, world center of child prostitution, f'ghu's sake) and half social analysis. If JonBenet had not been involved in the quasi-prurient world of child beauty pageants, would the press have been anywhere near as willing to blame the parents for her murder, with its sexual overtones? And why do child beauty pageants seem so sexual anyway? Is our definition of "beauty" for females that limited, or our definition of "adult" (which the kids emulate), or what? Would we be better off if we treated children more like little adults or more like their own people but quite different?
A FUNNY INCIDENT: I always bring food to the Asian school: I'm often there for hours (yesterday, eight); also, especially now, when I'm not watching my blood sugar that well, I never know when I'll go hypo. When I'm short on sleep, I include a baggie of coffee crystals, a baggie of Splenda, and a spoon.
Yesterday I did go hypo and ate all the food I'd brought. Oh, I needed coffee too, so I set that stuff out. I'd used a bag from the vet's to bring it in, and at the bottom of the bag I found a syringe--no needle, given us for administering meds to the rats.
So there, sitting on the table in front of the room, are an empty bigger bag, a small baggie of dark crystals, a small baggie of white crystals, a spoon, and a syringe.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to tell the class why I wanted to laugh, but decided it wouldn't be prudent. "Ma, Dr. [Nellorat] made a joke about drug use in class today!"
Mood: cheerful, hard-working, energized by class ending Tuesday