Showing posts with label linguistics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label linguistics. Show all posts

Thursday, October 22, 2009

The trouble with psychiatric evaluation

I think I have hit a wall and I'm not sure I can ever get around it. I had to be linguist so that I wouldn't be able to answer simple questions...

Every so often, before I see my therapist, I have to fill out a battery of questions about how I feel, how my sleep is, do I feel sad or anxious, and a bunch of other stuff she would care about while treating me. The answers required are always on some sort of a Likert scale, like this:
In the past 2 weeks, have you been able to see the funny side of things?
  • As much as I ever could
  • Not quite so much now
  • Definitely not so much now
  • Not at all
Sounds easy enough, right? Well, here's where I hit a wall:
Try to characterize your mood in the last two weeks:
"I was always worrying about something."
  • never
  • very rarely
  • rarely
  • sometimes
  • often
  • very often
  • almost constantly
How am I supposed to answer that if I was worried a couple times on a few days? What does it mean to say "I was always worrying about something sometimes" ?!?!???!!!?

Sheesh.

And just for kicks, here's my favorite question that I get to answer:
Have you felt peaceful and calm?
  • all of the time
  • most of the time
  • a good bit of the time
  • some of the time
  • a little of the time
  • none of the time
Have YOU felt peaceful and calm during the last two weeks? I feel like if I answer "all of the time" that I should walk into my therapist's office and say, "I'm cured! I'm outta here!"

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A quick quiz on the ethics of teenagers

Short answer question

Instructions:
Read the following situation. Once you have completed the reading, consider the question. Give a thoughtful and complete answer, including the ethical premise for your choice.




Situation:

It is the last week of summer before the school year begins again. You are on the varsity women's swim team at your high school. You are a sophomore. You are trying to do well this season and earn a varsity letter. Two weeks ago you started pre-season training with your team. Pre-season training is a strain on the schedule -- morning and afternoon practice every weekday along with a morning practice on Saturdays too. WAY more work than optional summer training.

You are also a very social gal, one who wants to enjoy the last week before school starts. You've got lots of friends because you're gregarious like that and all. Last weekend you contacted a bunch of friends and convinced them to make plans with you. All the friends are exuberant and you set the date to go downtown the next Wednesday afternoon, Wednesday, Sept 2nd, that is, and shop, do Starbucks, take goofy photos, and generally kick the dirt up with your heels one last time as you all bid summer adieu.

And then reality hits you. Tuesday morning you look at your calendar. Even though your swimming coach has canceled the last two Wednesday afternoon practices, she's actually holding the practice this Wednesday. Wednesday, Sept 2nd, that is. The same day you have scheduled with your friends to go downtown.

Damn. You made an assumption based on precedent without checking whether the precedent was now a permanent arrangement. Now you have a date with a bunch of friends to go downtown for the afternoon while your coach expects you to be at practice swimming laps. In preparation for the meet on Thursday, tomorrow.




Question:

What do you do?


What DO you DO?!?




Possible Answers:

What I would have done when I was 15:

I would have explained the situation to my coach and said it was a mistake, admitted I was wrong, but gone ahead and kept my date with my friends. It's unclear to me whether in the long run I would have continued to think that this was a good choice.

What Grace did this week, now that she is 15:

She talked to her coach at the morning practice on Tuesday. The coach was not pleased. Despite this, she came home and told me that she was going to go ahead and go out with her friends anyway. Then Grace thought about it some more. She talked to her coach again at her afternoon practice on Tuesday. The coach reiterated that it was 'highly recommended' that she attend the practice the next day and, consequently, cancel her plans with her friends. Or at the best, reschedule for another day. Grace came home from practice and started calling her friends and rescheduling.




Right now I think the plan is for Grace and her friends to go downtown Friday afternoon (when practice really IS canceled) and shop, do Starbucks, take photos, and generally kick the dirt up with their heels one last time as they all bid summer adieu.

Once again, she proves she is better than I.*

* Every time I make a choice between "I" and "me" at this blog, someone notes when I make a mistake according to the prescriptive rules of English grammar. I don't really adhere to those rules here at my blog, but since it always seems to come up, this time I'll defend myself. In "she proves she is better than I," the use of the pronoun "I" could be questioned -- isn't "I" the object of the comparative marker "than," indicating that it should receive accusative case and be pronounced "me?" In actuality, the object of the comparative marker "than" is the entire clause "I am good" in which the adjective "good" is obligatorily deleted and the copular verb is optionally deleted. Since "I" is the subject of the clause, it must receive nominative case. Quod Erat Demonstrandum.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Me, as described by my teenage daughter

A few months ago, a friend of mine on facebook tagged me on a question series for moms. I have grown a little weary of reading these things by other people and I am far too private to consider actually doing them myself. But this one looked like fun. Since Grace went along with the whole thing gleefully, I'm posting it here for fun.

The idea behind this thing is that you ask your child a bunch of questions about you, their mom, and they get to supply the answers unedited. I think the original intent of this thing was to get cutesy answers from preschoolers. You know, like asking how old your mom is or how tall she is? When I got it, I couldn't help but get Grace to answer it. I thought the perspective of a teenager would give the set of questions a new life. I was happy to tag all my friends who also had teenagers in the house. The result was that the early childhood cutesiness and love of mom was warped into something a little twisted, but still full of love for mom. Also, I love that Grace and I did this whole thing through messaging on facebook. Seriously, we never spoke a word about it to each other in person until the text was posted.

I give it to you all for fun. If you want to try it yourself (and haven't done this yet), just ask your kid the questions and write them down exactly how they respond. Grace told me I could put it up on facebook, so long as I did NOT change her answers. Too funny.

Without further ado, here it is as originally published.

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by Grace, 181 months (heh, heh. I love that I'm still saying how many months old she is)

1. What is something mom always says to you?
"What's your goal Grace?"

2. What makes mom happy?
Chocolate, a happy house

3. What makes mom sad?
bad grades

4. How does your mom make you laugh?
i dunno... i'm just a laughable person XD

5. What was your mom like as a child?
smart... she still is smart

6. How old is your mom?
37

7. How tall is your mom?
5 something

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
read, facebook, be with family and friends

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
work... the usual

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
being fabulous!!!!!

11. What is your mom really good at?
being a mom!!!!!

12. What is your mom not very good at?
singing

13. What does your mom do for her job?
she's a linguist

14. What is your mom's favorite food?
chocolate!!!!!!

15. What makes you proud of your mom?
she's MY mom

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
i dunno, i don't think as my mom as a cartoon type.

17. What do you and your mom do together?
watch movies

18. How are you and your mom alike?
we both play musical instruments.

19. How are you and your mom different?
she's heather, i'm grace... enough said

20. How do you know your mom loves you?
she says "I LOVE YOU." it's pretty self-explanatory
(I have to interject here, I wish you could hear her say this. The capital letters and the period are intended to convey a tone of sarcasm, as in, 'duh, what a stupid question!')

21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
she likes to travel in general.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

On this Mother's Day

I can't remember the last time I spent Mother's Day with my mother. My two sisters and I live in entirely different places geographically from one another and none of us closer than 1500 miles to our mother. So though she may travel to see one of us on Mother's Day, if we invite her, even if she did this every year, I'd only see her once every third year. This year, she's at home in Florida with my dad. On Wednesday, they will both come here and visit with us. For Mother's Day, I sent her a card, I'll make her a cake to be ready when she arrives, and I'll call her this afternoon. Yesterday she and I spent two hours talking on the phone.

She and I are like most mother-daughter pairs in our demographic. We drive each other a little crazy. We've said things to each other that were really mean throughout my life. I went through years where I decided I just would never ever like her, understand her, or have any kind of meaningful relationship with her. But in the last couple years, I decided to revisit all that. She's a likeable person, even in the midst of things she does that drive me crazy. So despite the things that I could say negatively about our relationship or about her personally, I think I have to dwell on the positive.

Why? Because she's my mother.

The best stories I could tell you about my mother are the things she does in private when she's not "on" for the public. It's those moments behind the scenes, when the perfect hostess fudges details while saying things like, "oh, shit. Well, I'm sure they'll never be able to tell." I'm sure Martha Stewart has these moments too, but not when the cameras are rolling.

Yesterday we talked about how all Muslims are liars and agents of Satan, President Obama is not a Christian and has never done anything remotely reminiscent of what a Christian would do, that Rick Warren is a wolf in sheep's clothing because now he endorses gay marriage (he actually doesn't), and that most assuredly the United States will fall as the most powerful nation on earth and Armageddon will undoubtedly ensue. We also talked about a new book she's discovered, The Element, that she's giving to every one of her children, how she's wondering how my sister's kids will fair at Catholic school next year after being exclusively home-schooled for five years, and how she thinks babies shouldn't share a bed with their parents. Ever. And they definitely should move out of their parents' bedroom quickly as soon as they can pull themselves up because they might wake up and see things. And we talked about a cute blanket she wants to make for our new baby. She also asked me to explain how our baby will figure out that everything has two names and which name she should use (like, how does she figure out that the cat is "that cat" and "o gato" and that those are the same thing).

I like her because I can talk to her for two hours and she doesn't get bored or boring. I know I do things and say things that make her crazy. So I can put to the side the things she does and says that make me crazy.

Happy Mother's Day, all.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Catching up on some open folders in my inbox

Let's see here, where were we? I left off last Friday saying that we were headed to the DVD premiere party of Twilight at a local bookstore. How was that party, then? Well, it certainly proved to be fodder for photography, though the events scheduled were a bit, ah, how shall we say? Ah yes, lame. A couple of sales girls from the store led the happenings by reading out various trivia questions about the movie to a group of fans about 40 strong. The attendees were mostly teens, some trying to look cool because they were out alone late at the bookstore alone, others trying to look cool despite being there with their parents. There were also a few adults who seemed to know all the right answers to the questions. Not me.

Grace was happy enough. She had $11 dollars, enough to buy exactly nothing. There was an Edward Cullen action figure for $20 -- I don't think so. Maybe that was marketed to the adults who knew all the answers to the trivia questions. What do you do with an Edward Cullen action figure anyway?

Despite the rather flat entertainment, there were some payoffs after about an hour. Grace got a free advertising poster for the motion picture soundtrack, which she promptly posted to her bedroom wall the next morning:


And my husband, a fluent French speaker, found something fun to read:


No, I'm not worried that he's getting ready to pick up women in a language I don't speak. We actually loved reading it because we're nerdy linguists and we love to read about how to make language learning more enticing, especially in the US. The book's called Hide This French Book (Berlitz, retail $9.95) and it's full of all the stuff they never teach in language class but that you really, really need to learn if you intend to survive in somewhere that the language is used. Like how to really order drinks and talk about sex (both actively and passively) and gossip and more. After enjoying it for about 30 minutes, we decided Grace didn't need it for her French studies quite yet and $10 was way too much for this kind of information anyway.

Just before midnight rolled around, when all the other fans lined up to buy their DVDs, we decided to go home, smiling because we knew our copy of the DVD had already shipped and we had paid $15 less than we would have at said local bookstore. I know, it's sad; we're taking the sale away from a local bookstore and giving it to a big warehouse dot-com like Amazon. But $15 is still $15, and we figure local businesses, while we strive to given them our business whenever possible, have to be able to compete while not breaking the pocketbooks of local patrons. Alas.

On to other issues. If you'll recall, a month ago the furnace was acting up. We called and had it repaired. But that really didn't quite address the bigger issue: our bedroom that is freezing cold that we still haven't moved into. As it turned out, the repair that the furnace needed was covered under our home warranty, so the money we saved in that slight inconvenience is now being applied to the purchase and installation of a new furnace. The work was completed yesterday. Thank goodness. Now that winter is over, we may have a furnace that works properly and doesn't cost an arm and a leg to operate. The furnace salesman/installation specialist swears that we'll see our winter power bills drop by 20%. I sure hope so.

A much more enjoyable and superfluous detail that I left open-ended was what Grace would decide as far as cutting her hair. As of Friday night, she was still going with the trusty ponytail, full as it ever was:


By Saturday morning, she was ready. She asked for me to make her an appointment. She said she wanted it short, and could we also have it dyed a dark brown color?

A. Ha. I laughed. Could she have it dyed dark brown. Her hair is dark brown, she just couldn't tell anymore because it's so damaged and bleached out. I assured her that if she cut it short, it would be dark brown.

And so we made the appointment and she excitedly found two pictures online that captured the look she wanted. Pixie cut. Really, really short pixie cut. I wasn't sure she would really go through with it or that she would be happy with it when it was finished. Nonetheless...


...off came half of it in the first snip. The stylist held the fistful of hair in her hand and showed it to Grace. Then Grace took it from her. Her eyes opened like saucers sitting there looking at the massive tresses and feeling the weight in her hand and no longer on her head. And then she smiled and started laughing. She threw the wad to the floor and the stylist went on from there.


You can't tell from the picture, but the toes inside those Converses were wriggling with excitement the whole time.

I gotta say, it looks so cute and so good. We went shopping for about an hour afterward and she just kept saying, I look so mature! I look so stylish! I look so fun!

I guess I'm not such a bad role model for hair care as I thought afterall. And yes, she was relieved to discover that her hair is still dark brown.

Lastly, while downloading pictures off Grace's camera for this post, I found all the other pictures she had taken lately. I wish I could entice you with something spicy, but alas, my daughter appears to be rather well behaved. She did take several pictures of this, though:


It's the Bach Prelude she's in the last stages of working on now. It's getting better and better each day, and bringing joy to my heart each down it springs forth. Kind of like Grace.



Monday, March 16, 2009

Another unlikely commonality


Way back when on National Stepfamily Day I wrote about how Grace and my husband have some weird things in common. They are very different people, but yet they have things they both like. A lot. Things that I don't have any interest in.

Enter in something I have never really been fascinated with: vampire lore.

Yes, I've read Bram Stoker's Dracula. And several of the Anne Rice vampire novels. And I saw the movies made of both Dracula (with Winona Ryder, Anthony Hopkins, and Keanu Reeves) and Interview (with Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and itsy bitsy Kirsten Dunst - *shiver*). And I also watched Lost Boys when I was a teenager. And Buffy, the original movie and the tv show. So it's not like I haven't had my share of exposure to the genre.

I like sci-fi of other genres, like Star Trek and Star Wars, Stargate*, Quantum Leap, Buck Rogers, and the best, Battlestar Galactica. That Dirk Benedict, man, he was awesome. So it's not that I just don't get plot lines that require imagining a world very different than the real one.

But vampires. You know what it is that keeps me from just staying completely obsessed with it? Eventually I just start thinking it's all about sex and the plot can't really hold my interest for the long term.

Not so for many, many people around me. MANY of them love this stuff. One of my best friends from high school. My college roommate. As it turns out, my husband. And now? My daughter.

She's reading the novels in the Twilight series. Yeah, I know, so is every other teen in the country. But she's really into it now. She's gone way beyond the girly affection for Robert Pattinson; now she's up to the third novel. My husband doesn't have enough time to read the books and the movies are far too sensationalized for him to pay money for. Still, he wants to know the plot. And so he's taken to running every single errand with her and giving her a ride every time she needs one. So he can ask her about the plot. She's happy to oblige, giving him a detailed summary of whatever she read in the last 24 hours. So he gets his vampire fix, she gets a willing audience to listen to her obsession, and they both get quality time together.

Weird. If you had asked me what a teenage girl and her stepfather who's a linguistics professor would bond on, I wouldn't have guessed vampires. But there you go.

photography by Grace

* By the way, whenever I mention Stargate, there's something important I always have to point out. In the film, one guy gets some action during the entire plot. Only one. Not a marine, not a brawny guy. Who is he? Why, a PhD, a professor, and most importantly, a linguist. I love that.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

a question for all those out there who have been in a stepfamily


The first stepfamily I had any interaction with was the one my ex-husband built with his now-wife. During those early days, the stepfamily consisted of the two of them as they moved towards marriage and my daughter Grace. Pretty quickly, Grace had a step-aunt (who was a mere year older than she was), a step-uncle (who was in high school), step-grandparents, and a step-great-grandmother. Aside from the fact that all these relations were gained while Grace's father was actually still married to me, the whole thing confuzzled me a bit. Is the step-relation transitive?

The second stepfamily I experienced was the one my husband and I built. Up until recent days when we realized a new member would enter our family this year, the stepfamily consisted of me, my husband and Grace. My husband was easily adopted into our extended family, as he's the only uncle my nieces and nephews know. And since I'm the only wife he's ever had, his niece and nephew that were college-age before I met them face-to-face readily call me their "tia" (aunt).

But there was a bit of a glitch when it came to his family's relation to Grace. Would my husband's mother be Grace's step-grandmother? Ah, no. No way. See, there's a language-specific explanation and a cultural explanation for this. The relation of "step" in Brazil is not exactly a nice one. There's a word for stepmother and stepfather, as well as an extension for stepdaughter and stepson. But it's not exactly something that's used if you like the person. Usually a "madrasta" (stepmother) is the woman your dad married after he cheated on your mother and left your family. A "padrasta" (stepfather) is someone who settles for less, that is, marrying a woman who's already been married and had children with another man. Stepfathers are virtually nonexistent in Brazil, at least as far as identifying themselves as such goes.

When talking about Grace in Portuguese, my husband refers to Grace as my "filha" (daughter) or his "filha." But never, no way, not in a million years, would he call her his "filhastra" (stepdaughter). It would be an insult for both of them. It would communicate that he doesn't consider her his own, that she is out of his care, that she is a bastard child. Whereas I'm sure that what I've given so far you makes you believe Brazil has the most sexist culture in the world, one thing is for sure -- a young girl who doesn't have a father to look out for her in that culture is in for a difficult time. For my husband, though he realizes that he is not her father, his role in her life is to protect her and provide for her as if she were his biological daughter. To do less would be like throwing her to the wolves.

Now, on to the rest of his family. When we visited Brazil the first time, we attended mass with my mother-in-law. She was beaming and so elated that we were there with her. She did what all proud mothers do, she introduced us to every single one of her friends and acquaintances. She made sure we met her priest. She brought us to the icons and prayed for us while holding our hands. One of her good friends approached her smiling, saying that this must be her son and his family. My mother-in-law introduced each one of us. Her son, her new daughter-in-law, and her new daughter-in-law's daughter. The friend said to her that she must mean her new granddaughter. My mother-in-law wanted to be clear and said that she treated Grace like a granddaughter but really, Grace wasn't her granddaughter. Her friend said plainly, "she is your son's daughter, so she is your granddaughter." End of story.

Grace is a cousin to my husband's nieces and nephew. Grace is the niece of his brother and sisters. And when Grace talks about them, she calls her aunts and uncle "tia" and "tio," and she says her stepfather's nieces and nephews are her cousins. Granted, this is after one of my sister-in-laws teased her mercilessly for days about being Grace's "tiastra." This would be about as bad as calling her one of the evil stepsisters from Cinderella. The word "tiastra" doesn't even exist; my sister-in-law made it up just to be funny and call attention to the ludicrousness of her being anything other than Grace's aunt.

Now, in our stepfamily, we get the advantage of a language and culture that pushes us into dropping the whole "step" label. But I ask you guys out there, what's the connotation of "step"? Is it negative in American culture and in English? Beyond this, how far does the label go? Like with the little sister of Grace's stepmother, I feel like it's just silly to call her a step-aunt. I mean, if she were her aunt, it would kind of be a family joke that two girls that are of the same age would have an aunt/niece relationship; but under the circumstances, it just seems like Grace should either call her an aunt, a friend, or her stepmother's baby sister. And when Grace used the term "step-great-grandmother" for the first time, I just about burst out laughing. If she's a great grandma, then just call her a great grandma; if she's just someone related to your stepmother who you hardly know but you need to give a name to, why not just refer to her as your stepmother's great grandmother?

I have an enormous extended family, going several generations back and expanding by the day. By some miracle, we actually all keep in touch. When I explain how someone is related to me, they are either an aunt or uncle, or a cousin. We don't worry about anything other than that. If the cousin happens to be the age of my grandmother, I just call them by their first name and add "Miss" or "Mister" out of respect. Further, I don't make exceptions for people who are the children from a previous relationship not including one of my blood relatives. All those people are just cousins.

For me it seems like the whole "step" label should go only so far. Yeah, use it when you need to clarify things, like when people ask why my daughter doesn't speak Portuguese since her father obviously is a native speaker. But outside of this, does it really matter to my sisters-in-law that Grace's DNA doesn't resemble theirs? Not really. But since I was never a kid with many step-relatives, I'm putting the question out there for you guys to vet. What do you think? How far is it reasonable for the label to apply? How distant of a relative? For how many years?

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Corrections and Regrets

In the entry titled "Not Again," published August 8, 2008, several errors were included. The executive editorial board of Comparative Childhood regrets the error. They include the following:
  • John Edwards is from North Carolina, not South. Apologies to the good people of South Carolina, including Stephen Colbert.
  • The timing of Mr. Edwards' affair occurred while Elizabeth Edwards was in remission from breast cancer. The timing of the affair also did not coincide with John Edwards' campaign for the democratic nomination from U.S. President.
The executive editorial board of Comparative Childhood would also like to come clean and make a confession of her own -- her ex-husband was a compulsive serial cheater who, when confronted with his all-night absences and more-than-apparent hangover, confessed to being involved with 10 different people while married to her. Her ex-husband's father, her ex-father-in-law and a stalwart minister of the gospel, confessed to the same shortcoming after being confronted and threatened by the most recent mistress that she would expose him. Actually, it was the mother of the mistress, the ex-father-in-law's personal secretary, who confronted and threatened exposure. Both the ex-husband and the ex-father-in-law were good ole boys who spoke with an earnest drawl and impeccable oration skill, perfected through years of training. So the editor may well be having a knee-jerk reaction to John Edwards and making heavy use of the classical Freudian defense mechanism of projection.

But, since the post of two days ago, the exclusive interview with John Edwards has aired. In it, he stated (earnestly), "I am imperfect. And anybody watching this broadcast or who hears about this who wants to beat me up about this, they should have at it. The truth is, you can't possibly beat me up more than I've already beaten myself up." So I'm having at it. Maybe by doing so, I can work through some of my own shit. And maybe John will read this too, and it'll be like one big pow wow of restoration, or a lovefest of redemption. Or something. Here goes.

At the start of the interview, Edwards is asked point blank, "Did you have an affair?" After some nicities and thanks, Edwards replies: "In 2006, two years ago, I made a very serious mistake. A mistake that I am responsible for and no one else. In 2006, told Elizabeth told about the mistake. Asked her for her forgiveness, asked God for his forgiveness, and we have kept this within our family since that time." Gotta love an attorney. He actually never said 'yes,' nor did he say anything that entailed that he had had an affair. But Bob Woodruff (the interviewer) didn't let that sneak by. His next question was, "Is the affair over?" to which Edwards replies, "oh , yes," so he admits having an affair by not arguing the entailment. But, why word it this way? Why not just say, "I told Elizabeth I had had an affair." Calling it a mistake makes it sound like you put a red shirt in with the whites, or that you forgot you were supposed to be home at 6 to let the dog out and that's why it ate the trash and peed on the kitchen floor.

Woodruff mentioned Elizabeth Edwards' struggle with cancer, and her undying support for her husband's professional goals and then asked the open-ended question, "How could you have done this?" John Edwards explained that he had lost touch with the grounded nature of his early years due to many successive years of superb professional achievement, "...all of which fed a self-focus, an egotism, a narcissism that leads you to believe that you can do whatever you want, you're invincible, and there will be no consequences. And nothing could be further from the truth." Woodruff then asked him, "So your assumption is that you would never be caught?" Edwards' replies, "first of all, it was short. It was a huge mistake in judgment. But, yeah, I didn't think anyone would ever know about it. I didn't. But the important thing is, how could I ever get to that place, to that place, and allow myself to let that happen? And I believe the reason it happened..."

I'm trying to work myself through what I don't like about this answer. To use one of Edwards' favorite phrases: First of all, why does it matter that the affair was short? Moving on, there's a strangeness with the way he says that this state of megalomania caused him to think that he could do whatever he wanted, that he was invincible, and that there would be no consequences. And then there's a subtle wording, which only an attorney could craft and a linguist could analyze, in which he never actually says he did anything. He wonders how he could let "that" happen. It's as if he's talking about a big storm coming and he didn't put the outdoor grill and it got ruined in the rain. If we take to the analogy, his actions were more like seeing the storm coming and taking the action of pushing the grill out into the rain. Again, can you just come out and say it? What is the point of being cagey? This isn't a courtroom, and you didn't commit a crime. Just say it without making it sound like something just "happened."

And then there's something I gotta pick on because I think Edwards is being terrifically judgmental of many women out there without even knowing it. When he's asked whether he loved the woman he had the affair with, he replies "I'm in love with one woman, I have been in love with one woman for 31 years. She is the finest human being I have ever known. And the fact that she is with me after this having happened is a testament to the kind of woman and kind of human being she is. There is a deep and abiding love that exists between Elizabeth and myself." I don't like that he characterizes his wife as being a good person somehow because she forgave him, chose to stay with him in their marriage, and worked through the problems of their relationship with him. Would she have been wrong to tell him to hit the road? If so, why would that have been the wrong thing to do?

This last point really irks me. I think there is this underlying belief that a woman who stays with her husband when he cheats and works it out is somehow more noble than one who says 'hit the road, Jack.' From my own life, I can say that my ex-mother-in-law (who forgave and worked it out with her husband) communicated oh-so-subtly to me that I was doing the wrong thing by telling my ex-husband to pack it up and move it on out. Why is this? Is it misogyny? I mean, really, why should a woman be any more revered for forgiving her husband than for telling him to get out?

OK, now that I've gotten my venom out, I'll move to my praises of John Edwards, conveniently omitted from my last post. As a frame of reference for readers, I believe that public figures should not be hounded like dogs and their personal lives exposed, politicians or otherwise. It is not in the interest of the general public for individuals to lose their right to privacy. Worse, it leads to things like politicians lying. Why did Edwards deny for months that he had this affair? Because he correctly surmised that it would destroy his political career, even though the information would have nothing to do with his qualifications as a leader. This around-the-clock surveillance of public figures and candidates for public office is completely unnecessary and doesn't benefit anyone but the people making money off of it. In entertainment, it's a nuisance; in politics, it negatively interferes (in a massive way) with governance. Done, off my soap box, I'll leave it to someone who has a politically-oriented blog to argue this point further.

More. Good for you, John Edwards, in telling the media that the details of the affair were open to your family and those that needed to know, and not to the general public. And kudos to you for asking your wife not to accompany you to the interview, and not using her as a shield against attacks or a prop to demonstrate your sincerity. Very good, indeed.

OK, I think that clears up things for me, at least.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

About expletives

I'm a linguist, so I'll give you the technical definition of an expletive:

Expletive -  a meaningless word used to fill a syntactic position.

Examples:
It is hot outside today.
There is no more milk in the pitcher.
Both "it" and "there" in the sentences above contribute no meaning to the overall semantic interpretation of the sentence they occur in. Rather, sentences in English need pronounced subjects (as opposed to Spanish or Italian, say, that do not have this requirement). So in an English sentence like those above, we insert an expletive subject. This satisfies the syntactic condition in English that sentences must have pronounced subjects.

That oversimplifies it. Which is a good thing, because this is not the meaning of expletive I'd like to discuss. I'm more interested in the f-bomb, bee-otch, and shee-ite.

I use these words freely at home. I always have. They are expletives in the technical sense because they hold no meaning unless you assign one to them. For instance, curse words in a foreign language don't usually convey a sting to you, no matter how fluent you become in that second language. Why is the n-word so offensive when a white person says it, but not so when a black person does? Again, because it's meaning (offensive or not) is assigned by many contextual cues.

Again, oversimplification. Whole books, dissertations, and linguistics & language conferences have been dedicated to this topic.

My daughter is at camp. They have a "camper pledge" that says that campers may not use offensive language. She was apparently dropping the f-bomb in the presence of camp counselors and asked to stop it. Camp called the house yesterday to explain that she apparently didn't stop it.

My reaction was really not that bad, I just asked them if they thought the situation was resolved, and then thanked them for calling. Like many many many things, I'm sure the situation went something like this. Every single teenager at the camp is cursing up a storm. But they're smart enough not to be overheard. But my daughter, ADHD and all, can't stop. She is unaware of how she presents herself. It sometimes feels as if she's in a world all her own, and cannot step out for a second to realize how out of alignment she is with everyone else. So she was probably walking along, talking with friends and out slipped, 'fuck!' or 'what the fuck!' or, well, you get the idea.

I have a sensitivity to these things, really, I do. Just so you know, I made a conscious decision when I started this blog that I would not use offensive language just for the hell of it (ha!). Here's my philosophy of this kind of language in my own life and in parenting: even though I use this kind of language about the home, I have always taught Grace (because I'm a linguist and all) that there's nothing inherently wrong with cussing. But there is a catch, I explained -- you have to possess the judgment to know when and when not to use it. So I have told her all along, be very, very careful in using these words. People will judge you for how you speak. Whether it is fair or not, whether it is right or not, they will judge you.

Once Grace was playing a video game when she was 6 and when she lost her last man, she gasped out 'shit!' Her grandmother was visiting and was horrified. My recollection is that she told Grace that Jesus didn't like that kind of language. (But Jesus wouldn't have had a problem if she had said 'crap'? I think she should have said, 'I don't like that kind of language.') 

Judging from what I see on myspace and facebook, I'd say that words like 'fuck' are becoming completely bleached in their usage with Grace's generation. When I was a little kid, 'jackass' and 'bitch' where completely taboo. These are all over the place now, with virtually no concern from the establishment. As is 'shit', frankly. I think 'fuck' may be the only word left with any sting. Is it just my perception?

The funny thing is, my dad really got on to us about these things. To this day, if he hears one of us say that something 'pissed' us off, he says sternly, "watch your mouth." Same goes for 'whore' in his presence.

OK, but back to the camp incident. It's not so much the cussing I'm worried about as it is Grace's inability to control her behavior. If she was warned about cussing once, then she was stupid not to monitor this. I'm concerned about what this means for more serious situations as she starts high school in the fall. Yes, I was exactly like this. I did dumb things without thinking. I'd get really hyper and excited, and I would let my mouth run, and the next thing you knew, BAM! Something stupid. Either something I said or did or whatever. But I had the same kind of lack of judgment when I was excited and unsupervised that Grace appears to have. For me it wasn't cussing, but it was other things that were just as damaging. Saying something stupid right in front of the mother of one of your friends. Or as I was walking past a teacher who was deciding who would be appointed to some big honor. Or doing some stupid dance move at a party. Or letting someone take photographs at the very wrong time. I am SO LUCKY I was a teenager in the 80s, and not now where everything can be recorded digitally and sent all over the world within seconds.

And I'm a bit embarrassed about going to a chi-chi fine arts camp to hear a concert and meet many counselors and other adults who will know me as 'the mother of the girl who drops the f-bomb.' OK, that's completely selfish, I know.

There's one more thing. I've got this hang up with 'fuck' and women using it. I just think it opens up the door to men being jerks. How does that work with a feminist agenda? I'm not sure, I just know that the guys that I hope her not to hang with will probably take action faster by hearing her say 'fuck that' than the more respectful boys will.

Comments, please. I'm beggin' for it.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Ew! Get it off!

What is the deal with, "Take this off my iPod!!!!" ??? Are tired podcasts like scary bugs? Disease? 

I am a relatively fervent Mac user. 

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When I married my husband, I asked him if he would give me an iPod as a gift. It's not that I'm not sentimental or romantic; I just really wanted an iPod. Since then, the daughter has acquired a pink iPod nano and the husband, a mild PC user, decided he wanted a black iPod classic. As a result of the order of events of iPod acquisition, the master iTunes library is on my laptop (a MacBook, of course). Consequently everyone comes to me for changes to their iPod.

My daughter comes about every 3-4 days. First she makes her requests for new music and downloads of CDs she hasn't downloaded yet. Then she wants new playlists made. Then as we're looking at the playlists she wants downloaded she'll say, "Take PLAYLIST X off my iPod! I don't want it anymore!" Hm. OK, I guess that makes sense.

My husband primarily uses his iPod to listen to language learning podcasts. He browses online and decides which podcasts he wants. Then he comes to me or sends me an email of any new podcasts he's found and wants to download onto his iPod. When we actually come the point of updating the iPod, sometimes we need to create playlists for the podcasts so that the lessons play in a sequential order, rather than newest to oldest. The last step is identifying podcasts that are not beneficial to him any longer. And he'll say something like "Can you please get that podcast off my iPod?"

Are old playlists like cooties? Bugs? Do they creep up on you when you least expect it and make your skin crawl? Podcasts that won't go away? It's not like their viruses or something.

Maybe I'm just the kind of person who wants MY ENTIRE iTUNES LIBRARY available on my iPod at all times. There's no telling when you might want to hear that obscure song that you accidentally downloaded and then were really pissed off because you paid for a song that had the same name as the one you really wanted. (Ah, well, maybe that's more than you wanted to know...)

We've now decided that we need a family computer to house all the music in one library. This way we can all have easy access to the entire library and also browse what others are listening to or creating. Call it creative stepfamily bonding. Apple should copyright that. Wait, no. Apple should use that and pay me royalties for the idea. Yes. That'll do.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Anyone have a good recipe?

Grace and I volunteered to bring a food item to the once-a-semester teacher appreciation come-and-go breakfast in the media center at her school on Friday morning. I said we liked to cook and bake. The parent in charge asked if we could bring a 'breakfast casserole.' I replied sure, and it was only a few minutes later that I asked myself, 'what is a breakfast casserole?'

I'm thinking this is going to be a joint effort between Grace and I*. She is interested in what it takes to become a chef, and in an act of appreciating HER teachers, we can learn together what a breakfast casserole is and how to make it.

Can someone please tell me a good recipe for breakfast casserole? Preferably one that has actually been tried before and proven to be good?

*This is a comment for the language mavens out there. In rereading my past blog posts, I realized that I commonly use nominative case-marked 'I' in object position (as in "between Grace and I" above) and accusative 'me' in subject position (as in "I think that Grace and me are pretty smart"). If you are a language maven and this drives you crazy, I apologize. I am a linguist and I get away with doing this because my study primarily concerns descriptive grammar. Yes, I am aware that the prescriptive grammar of American English requires that I not use accusative case in subject position nor nominative case in object position. But I do it in speech, as do most English speakers. Since I see my blog as an extension of my speech, I shall continue to do this. If you don't know the difference between what I am talking about here, I highly recommend that you read Language Myths or The Language Instinct. If you're really into it, you can try Atoms of Language or The Ascent of Babel. All these books are on my bookshelf on the left.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Web-kid

A few days ago I found this video at sociolinguistics and cmc. I think it is so cool and well done. I showed it to Grace yesterday. At first I thought it might go to fast for her to follow. Then I remembered that hers is a new generation and mine is actually the one who might have difficulty following it. She knew what Web 2.0 was and actually explained it to me better than I understood it already. Enjoy!

Footnote - We visited to myspace issue at the same time. In the midst of the discussion she said, 'do you want just see my page and see whether it's ok?' She understands way more about code than I do. It's quite a cool myspace page, I must say. Much more aesthetically pleasing than the 12-year-old version was.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Arts and Sciences

As part of her middle school curriculum, Grace takes an elective class each quarter that lasts only nine weeks. She could have taken a foreign language for the whole year instead, but we (that is, she and I together) decided that elective classes would be better for her. I think the whole idea of learning a language just hit a little too close to home since there are two linguists in the house. The elective courses are in all kinds of areas: arts, music, computer technology, writing, PE, and a lot of others. In the first two quarters she took strictly arts classes that included sculpting, drawing, and design. This third quarter she is taking web design. She is very good at this and now knows how to write html from scratch. And she understands the logic of how code is organized. So far, she has gotten straight As in her elective classes. 

Now we come upon the fourth and last quarter. She is enrolled in "music technology." She says she doesn't want to take this class because her friend Maddie took it in a previous term and said it wasn't fun. Instead, Grace wants to repeat a course in ceramics and sculpting. My guess is that "music technology" is basically Garage Band. Grace says they use computers and a piano keyboard to compose music. Sounds pretty cool to me. And it sounds like something that she should try since she wants to go into the performing arts.

In order for her to change her schedule, she has to get written permission from a parent. She and I and her stepdad all discussed this last night at dinner. We emphasized that the stuff she would learn in music technology might be something cool for her learn since she wants to go into performing arts. She likes music, she likes computers, she loves iTunes, sounds like this class takes all the things she likes and puts them together. And even more important, we're trying to emphasize to her that one need in the world is people who are good at design and arts who also can hack the more technical stuff. Since it seems like she has both talents and likes both things, maybe music technology is the kind of course she should run to.

We also pointed out to her that there were a lot of things she didn't want to do this year that turned out to be pretty cool in the end. Like swimming. She didn't want to try swimming at all. But she went to practice for both competitive swimming and synchronized swimming and competed with both of the teams. Now she wants to do competitive swimming and synchronized in high school. We reminded her that in the fall she said she didn't want to participate in sports at all and tried every bargain she could think of to get out of it.

I'm hoping she's getting closer to really liking to learn new stuff. I can accept that there are things she really doesn't find interesting. I mean, everyone has some story to tell about what subject they hated in school and how even into their adulthood they avoid it. But what I really hope to see is her finding something she loves and going for it. Not just saying she likes it and barely showing up and not learning anything new, but really jumping towards something she finds cool. I see her doing this with music, with acting, with visual arts, and with computers. With all this, doesn't it seem like "music technology" would be the perfect class for her to take?

Monday, January 14, 2008

The influence of a teacher

I am a linguist by trade. For most people out there, that won't mean much at all. But for those who might want to know, I primarily look at language as a cognitive system that each person possesses, and spend my research time investigating how that system might come to be the way it exists in adulthood. 

Lately I've been thinking about how I first realized I liked linguistics. It wasn't until after I finished my BA in psychology and neuroscience that I even considered leaving that discipline for another in graduate studies. I poked around, found myself in Ypsilanti, Michigan, and enrolled in Linguistics 401, a senior-level introductory course in linguistics at Eastern Michigan University. Then I decided to apply to the MA program there. But one doesn't just jump into graduate work and specialize in grammar without any prior influence...

My elementary school principal was Dr. Floyd L. Bergman. When I was in elementary school, we were in awe of him, feared him, and referred to him always as "Dr. Bergman." It is usually the case that the only time you encounter your principal (especially at a strict parochial academy) was because your classroom teacher had sent you to his office for discipline. And yes, I was sent there for that reason. But my more robust remembrances of him are when he visited my classroom for language arts. He had developed a system called "Text-ray," something that was superior to traditional diagramming. As I recall, it included five different ways of notating a verb based on their argument structure, differentiating between main verbs and "helping verbs" (auxiliaries), and a uniform way of notating modifiers (regardless of whether they were determiners, adjectives, adverbs, or prepositional phrases). Advanced lessons included understanding embedded clauses and seeing the underlying word order of questions. Even better, imperative sentences have "understood" subjects you thus this subject has to be written in and notated as a phantom subject that you don't hear. Wow! What is more remarkable is how much of this system of notation I can still recall to this day.

Dr. Bergman's goal was to make students more aware of their grammar in order to make them better writers. And indeed, I think the system he created accomplished all that in me. I've been so impressed at my ability to remember this stuff that I decided to google it and see if it still exists. Indeed! Dr. Bergman published "Improving Student Writing: A Graphic Analysis System," a paper in the 1978 volume (62) of NASSP Bulletin, pp. 101-8. The paper details the use of Text-ray in my elementary school setting and what the results are. While he was my principal, he also published three other peer-reviewed papers and one book on teaching and language arts. I was fortunate enough to learn from a educator who not only put his training into practice, but who refined his craft and (hopefully) bettered his field by publishing his findings.

I'll resist the temptation to comment on other language arts teachers I had. A few notably bad ones stick out, and I'm actually surprised I wanted anything to do with language or linguistics given these other bad experiences. One thing is for sure -- I learned to despise poetry and literary criticism based on some other teachers' contributions to my training. But thank goodness I got the opportunity to learn grammar from someone so devoted to student improvement, and someone who thought outside of the box. Thank you, Dr. Bergman!
 
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