Archive for July, 2009

Conquering the Crossword

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

I read The Week, within a few days of its arrival, cover to cover.  Even in the haze of the last semester, when I had to snatch 10 or 15 minutes away from my precious sleep time; even in these last few weeks of unapologetic laziness, from which I’m just now beginning to emerge.  It is my most cherished shortcut.  In an hour or two, I can be reasonably informed about major world events, daydream about a tiny niche of the real estate market (last week it was Cape Cod) read a good recipe and add two or three books, movies or albums to my mental list of things to do.

For our first few years of reading, I really thought the final page couldn’t get any better.  Technically, the final page contained highlights of upcoming television programs, items I never even glanced at (we don’t own a TV) so I didn’t really count it as the final page; that honor belonged to “The Last Word,” a thoughtful excerpt of literature that has resulted in my formal boycott of professional football and my discovery of many fascinating works I would not have read otherwise.  But in 2009, they dropped the TV listings in favor of a Puzzle Page.  A joke contest (out of my league.)  A Sudoku (Rob’s area of expertise; I think they’re boring.)  And a crossword.

As literary as [I like to imagine] I am, I have always been a poor puzzler.  I usually only do them on airplanes, when I am a captive audience and can’t think of anything better to occupy my time.  I’m easily frustrated by things I can’t immediately excel at, and I don’t seem to have the right cross-connections to anticipate all the tongue-in-cheek witticisms, so I have never actually finished one.  Even the fun documentary Wordplay didn’t inspire me; in fact, it depressed me (a scheister like Bill Clinton can do the New York Times crossword?  In INK?!)  But The Week helps me feel smart enough to tackle it, a little at a time.  I’ve tried every puzzle they’ve printed, and I usually get about halfway through before giving up (my own personal rule is that I can look for clues within the magazine or ask Rob, but not call my mom or use the Internet, which would make it far too easy.)

But!  Last week, I was taking my second or third shot at Puzzle 26, and lo and behold, I finished it.  Done.  Every single space filled, and only one or two uncertainties that turned out to be correct.  Progress!

Try it yourself (I don’t think you need a subscription to see it.)  Do me a favor, though: if you finish it, don’t tell me.  I enjoy feeling smart. And Grandma, you are disqualified.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

I know that title is grammatically incorrect, but that was always the way they phrased it.  As kids, it was perfectly acceptable to hit a few highlights — vacation, camp, a broken leg — and allow the rest of the days to slip into oblivion, unaccounted-for.  As a teacher, though, I feel pressure to make the most of every single day without a deadline, a commitment, a parent to call or paper to grade.  Progress!  I must make progress!  And truthfully, for the first month of summer, I haven’t done much of anything at all.  So here’s hoping this list will inspire me:

Read Reading is one of my favorite vices.  This summer I’ve finally finished the Harry Potter series (more later on that) and am starting on a few education-related books: Gardner’s multiple intelligences, Montessori’s theory of education, and Horace’s Compromise about the state of modern American high schools.  I also have some fluff: The Boelyn Inheritance (which, like its predecessor, I bought because I was stuck in an airport with nothing to read) and a book about wallpaper design I picked up in Paris.  (Hey, I said it was fluff.)  And I am partway through Shop Class as Soulcraft, an incredible book about the value of manual labor by a guy who got a doctorate in philosophy and then decided to open a motorcycle repair shop.

Play For a music teacher, I don’t play often enough.  Joplin is good summer music, so I’m working on a couple of pieces — some I’ve played before, and one is relatively new.  For feel-good music, it’s pretty tough!  I was also selected to be part of an Orthodox chamber choir, so I have some tough parts to learn.  I’m hoping my voice-teacher friend will help me with my breathing, which Rachmanianoff apparently thought was unnecessary for second sopranos.

Draw As an architecture student, I was forced into two semesters of drawing; after complaining loudly for several weeks, I discovered I actually liked it, and I wasn’t half bad.  Recently I discovered a sheaf of them in my basement.  Vine charcoal and newsprint weren’t exactly archival materials, so they’re crumbling into nothingness, but they made me want to try again.  (I have a willing model in my gorgeous husband, whose Blue Steel is almost as hot as his Le Tigre.)

Cook When we travel, I get out of the routine of cooking for myself, and it takes some time to remember how much I love it.  What kicked me back into gear this time was a wedding gift I designed for a dear friend: a cookbook comprised of recipes I’ve made many times over the years, basic crowd-pleasers that it’s hard to screw up.  One of my bridesmaids gave me a similar wedding gift, and it was so meaningful because it felt like a real piece of her own home.  Cooking is the first thing to go when I’m stressed, which is ironic, because the simplest act — chopping vegetables and arranging them in a salad bowl — is so calming.  Rod Dreher has a great piece up at Front Porch Republic about the theosis of seafood gumbo (inspired by the aforementioned Shop Class, which is the subject of a current e-symposium there.)

Work I have to do a little of this to keep me accountable; I don’t do well with a total lack of structure.  Most of my piano students cut back to biweekly lessons during the summer, and I cram them all into one day so that I can put away my materials and have a “normal” living room for the rest of the week.  I also do a lot more SAT tutoring during the summer.  This year I have my first two male students, references from the community of the girls’ school where I teach, and I have to say it is SUCH a treat to teach boys.  Less drama, more gravity.  And the really fun part: I’m assisting at a Music Mind Games course in order to get enough experience to teach at workshops myself!  Very exciting.  I’m also involved with the Teachers’ Committee, where I keep track of who’s taken training where and occasionally blog about my experiences with MMG.

Learn What can I say?  Maybe I became a teacher because I love school so much.  This summer I’m taking an elective as part of my MAT program: it’s called The Dynamic of the City.  Our first class was last night, and it sounds like it’ll be a fun course: two thick textbooks, 16 films, and studies of Vienna, Paris, London, New York, Los Angeles and Baltimore (where our final project will be a guided tour of a selected area of the city.)  It’s cross-disciplinary, covering everything from sociology and psychology to urban planning and art history.  The professor expects it will require about 15 hours of work each week, in addition to the 7 hours of class time.  I got really excited when I heard that.  Nerd.  Yes.  That’s me.

Write Believe it or not, I have a huge list of post ideas that I’ve been kicking around for the last month.  I’ve just been too uninspired (read: lazy) to actually sit down and write them.  No longer!  And thanks again to those of you who bug me when I don’t write.  It’s good to be missed.

Still Crazy After All These Years!

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

Happy birthday to my favorite poster boy.

1984 Muscle Man