Archive | April, 2010

Are we in this together, or what?

So yesterday, you might have heard, thousands of kids in New Jersey schools staged a walk-out, as a protest against impending budget cuts. Now, okay, you know that among those thousands were probably two or three kids who just wanted to smoke dope in the park, but still, that’s a lot of kids getting together to make a statement.

The budget cuts proposed by Governor Christie call for millions of dollars to be trimmed from school budgets–all those “extras,” you know, like art and music and sports and librarians–not to mention after-school programs (aka the salvation of the working parent) and, of course, teacher jobs.

Apparently 58% of New Jerseyians decided that a tax increase for education was too much to ask in these belt-tightening times, so they voted down school budgets, in part because of anger at the teachers’ union, which refused a salary freeze. A salary freeze…maybe for the teacher in Bergen County with two years experience and a B.A. who makes a whopping $44,000 a year, before taxes. Yeah. I can see how she’s really sucking the life from the district budget–or perhaps it’s the person who makes barely $90,000 a year before taxes–with forty years of experience. Forty years teaching 8th grade math. What would they have to pay you to get you to spend ten months a year, five days a week, eight hours a day, with literally hundreds of 12 year olds? Have you met a twelve-year old lately? Monsters. Hormone-crazed monsters, even the “good” ones.

So here’s my question: does the New Jersey vote mean that the next time there’s a tax referendum on the ballot about, say, highway and road improvements, I can vote against it because I don’t have a car? For that matter, my apartment hasn’t ever burned down, so why should I pay taxes that are going to go to fire departments? And I’ve never been mugged or had to go to an emergency room, either, so I don’t want to pay taxes for those things…and I’m pretty much a pacifist, so I’d rather not pay taxes that go to the military.

Social contract, people, social contract. A well-educated population is as important as fire engines that work and armies with adequate body armor.

I’m just saying.

Read full story · Comments { 4 } on April 28, 2010 in Education, ranting

The creative process, in process

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Caleb and his friend A. wrote a book last week, a collaborative project featuring extensive illustrations and a comprehensive overview of the world of espionage.

A: It’s called all about spies.

C: That’s not how you spell spies. Spies has a Y in it, right mommy?

A: Told you.

C: Now write that spies steal lots of stuff.

A: Steal?

C (with authority):  Yes! S-T-E-E-L that’s how you write it.

A: Okay.

C: Mommy do you spell stuff s-t-u-p-h?

(Sounds of erasing)

C: Now we’re on page 4! Picture time.

A: I don’t want pictures.

C: Books about spies have to have pictures. Otherwise it’s all secrets and no one will know.

A: Okay. And we should make codes.

C: Great! Spies steal codes. Write that.

A: What else do they do?

C: They wear lots of black.

A: And they steal necklaces.

C: And airplanes.

A: Airplanes?

C: Yes. e-i-r-p-l-a-y-n-z. Airplanes.

A: I can’t draw an airplane.

C: Make it invisible.

A: Ok.

C: Now write The End.

Read full story · Comments { 0 } on April 21, 2010 in Children, writing

Signs of Hope in the Universe

We are the house of sneezing wheezers these days. The weeks of monsoon followed by the weird ten days of August-in-April have combined for a serious pollen whammy. Husband and I are popping Allegra like candy; and even though Liam gets allergy shots, he’s itchy-eyed too. Caleb seems to have avoided the worst of it thus far–but being as he’s only five, probably he too is doomed to springtime ambivalence: yeah, yeah, flowers and blooming trees, very pretty, but I CAN’T BREATHE.

Now that I’ve gotten that complaining out of my system, however, I’m going to move on to the glass-half-full part of the post: those same blooming trees that make me want to take off my head, scratch the inside of it, and then return it to my shoulders.

Every year, it seems, the gardeners in Stuyvesant Square seem to outdo themselves with plantings, and the flowering trees there this year are dazzling:

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And then there was a whole Their Eyes Were Watching God pear-tree type thing:

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And then these, which amuse me to no end:

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It’s a redbud tree, although not all redbuds seem to have these little barnacles of blossom along their trunks. Liam and I think it looks like something out of a Miyazaki movie.

I don’t have a garden (although I may try tomatoes this summer, stay tuned), so Stuyvesant Square gives me a little sneezy pleasure in watching the season take hold.  It’s hard to be pessimistic walking through blooming apple and cherry trees.

And then, as if blooming trees and early flowers aren’t reason enough to be happy, the SEC announced today that it was charging Goldman Sachs with fraud.

My cup runneth over.

Read full story · Comments { 1 } on April 16, 2010 in urban nature