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  • Monthly Archives: February 2024

    • Not Where We’re From

      Posted at 7:56 pm by kayewer, on February 24, 2024

      American schools are catching a lot of grief these days. It seems the young people we’re handing a diploma don’t know half as much as their parents or grandparents did. College is now the equivalent of high school in some cases, at least in terms of educational level. Today’s graduates don’t know what continents are, how to make change at the cashier, or even how to spell or write their own names.

      That’s why an article about other countries’ schools and their impression of our educational system caught my attention.

      The first subject brought up was how early we begin classes. In England, children enter schooling full-time starting as young as age four, and it’s mandatory at age five. The school day begins at 8:30 and ends at 4:00 or earlier.

      Another question is about the yellow school buses. Other countries have them to some degree, but many kids take public transit. Oh, for those of you with an eye for detail: the black lines on the sides of our school buses are indicators of the locations of the floor and tops of the seats (in general). Those are known as “rub rails” and also provide structural support for the length of the bus.

      Another bone of contention for folks outside the US are our use of hall passes for students to leave the classroom to use the restroom. Other countries’ students are permitted to take that break without carrying around a token which must be returned, but then those other places don’t have folks who sneak outside to smoke at the tender age of nine, and they don’t deal with deranged invaders bursting into our educational buildings ready to make a last stand. By the way, in my office we needed a key for the restroom, so as the admin I had to come up with a way to keep track of them. I used a bungee keyring and a foam flower sponge which could be hung on the supervisors’ desks for easy access. Never lost one.

      Apparently students abroad don’t all do any sort of ritual morning exercise such as saluting the flag, recitations or singing. Some Asian countries do, such as Singapore and South Korea. I suppose a pause to play “God Save the King” would be the equivalent in Britain if such a thing were done, but we were raised on the ideals of remembering we’re in a unique country, and our loyalty to what it represents just happens to come in the form of this daily reminder.

      Apparently students also don’t use lockers in other countries. Folks abroad see these in movies and are intrigued by the idea. They never had to remember the combination, obviously. Other amazing things to outsiders are cafeterias (with several different shifts), and milk cartons with school meals.

      The idea of naming each school year’s students as Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors and Seniors is unheard of as well. Just like in Harry Potter movies, students abroad are just in their tenth year or whatever. And the term “Frosh” never sat right with me when I was in ninth grade, anyway.

      Other schools have fewer classes in the curriculum, fewer hours and smarter students. Our schools have a variety of choices, and students are worn out and less educated. Maybe there is a reason for this.

      Gym classes: why on God’s green earth did we have to climb a rope suspended from the ceiling? Why was I a failure just because I could not swing around the uneven bars? I never had to do either of these in over four decades, and if the requirement were on a job application, I’d make for the door. Even the Navy didn’t ask these of me, so why require it of little kids?

      Student parking. The pinacle of teen superiority is the privilege of simultaneously getting your driving permit, a new car and a parking spot near school. You’ve got it at 17. It’s all downhill from there when your college degree won’t let you drive a pre-owned clunker and everybody takes up the good parking spaces in the neighborhood before you get home from your burger-flipping job.

      Sorry, my high school didn’t get parking for seniors until years after I left, and I gratefully got handed down and drove around in my father’s old car when he bought a new one. I missed out, and I live here.

      Amazingly, other countries’ schools have more windows, fewer or no vending machines, no swimming pools (no swim teams or swim clubs, either) and no drinking fountains.

      Pep ralllies are also strange to folks not from these here parts. The high school system seems to be rallied around the fall/winter ritual of football, with posters encouraging young athletes to win and school colors all over the halls and on the student bodies. The band plays the fight song, the cheer squad works the students in the crowd into a frenzy, and it’s time off from class.

      Which is possibly why our system isn’t working as well as it could.

      Interesting to see how others see us. We could learn a thing or two from them.

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    • The Poison Field

      Posted at 7:04 pm by kayewer, on February 17, 2024

      This past week, news was released about a chemical which is present in nearly all of us (four in five Americans) and is commonly used in grain fields. The ingredient is called chlormequat. The grain in question, oat plants, apparently tend to grow tall enough that they bend, and the harvesting equipment is not made to deal with this, so the chemical is applied to stunt the growth of the stem in height and makes it thicker instead, so it doesn’t bend and eases the harvesting process.

      Since when do we alter the food instead of the tools we use on them?

      Anyway, chlormequat has been found to cause altered growth in animal embryos and affects post-natal health as well. It’s known as the first plant growth retardant, having been discovered in the late 1950s. It is forbidden to be used on crops in the US, but it is permitted to appear in imported grains from other countries which do use it.

      That way of thinking reminds me of the Cabbage Patch Kids craze in the 1980s; some Americans who had trouble finding one of the squeezable tyke figures simply went abroad to buy them, and that is exactly what our cereal suppliers have done. Some of the foods we have trusted for generations contain the building blocks of a chemical that can affect human fertility.

      Two of the big cereals concerned are General Mills’ Cheerios and Quaker Oats (Quaker is owned by Pepsi). The issue affects both regular and organic versions of the nation’s most popular oatmeal. Oh, and Cheerios has appeared in past articles about using a type of coating for their little round oats which is considered shellac. A weed killer chemical was also found in them years ago.

      Many of us embrace a healthy lifestyle and try to incorporate foods which are good for us. I have taken to eating steel cut oatmeal because it is considered the best choice. Steel cutting preserves the nutritional value of the product. After reading about this new chemical scare, I took a look online to find an alternative steel cut oat product certified to be chemical-free, and found none.

      Before that, I ate Cheerios. Never look back, they tell us.

      So it looks like our food suppliers are going to feed us whatever chemicals they want, and other than extreme limitations of what we eat (which seems useless), our choices are only as broad as what we will tolerate. I would think it would be better to figure out how to better harvest the plants the way they actually grow in nature, which means changing the harvesting tools.

      Don’t poison the mouse; build a better mousetrap.

      But who am I? Just one of the “hungry masses” cereal companies make money and profit from. I’m glad my fertile days are over, but I cringe now when I see a cereal ad and think of the future of people who think that grains are a harmless basic of existence. The field has been tainted, and the “amber waves of grain” may soon glow under black lights.

      No wonder so many people have given up on breakfast.

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    • Unmasked

      Posted at 2:07 pm by kayewer, on February 10, 2024

      I recently read an article about Pamela Anderson, the gorgeous star of Baywatch who was the dream of every male and the envy of many females. She had a shapely body, a captivating face and talent to go with it. And naturally, like most women who are public figures, she wore makeup. Lots of it.

      Recently she opted to go without makeup, appearing during Paris’ famous Fashion Week with the face she was born with. Some people were aghast.

      The same thing happened years ago when Oprah Winfrey did a show with her entire audience deciding to come clean. Some of the attendees did appear rather uncomfortable. Oprah went facial commando for magazine covers as well.

      I don’t know when we decided that our faces are not fit to be seen in public without makeup, but the trend is starting to trickle down to tween children ten years old and younger. Check out the Ulta Kids articles to see what a mess it has become, with children buying anti-aging products–which are aimed at adults more than twice their ages–and leaving samplers and actual opened and discarded products in their destructive wake.

      Even the trend on social media seems to include a makeup tutorial by any woman posting details of her personal life. I’ve watched clips with a mixture of fascination and shock as ladies talk about their cheating boyfriend or boss from Hell as they dab seemingly too-dark highlights onto their facial curves with funky shaped applicators, and turn their eyelashes into lengthy, dark broom bristles sharp enough to take out a boyfriend’s eyeball if kissing gets too close.

      My luck with makeup has been difficult. I was often too light for the lightest shade of foundation. At modeling school, my attempts at pancake application left arid desert cracks on my cheeks (again, a shade or two too dark). Add to that a lifetime of fighting severe acne, and it was nearly impossible to make my face look as if I were not trying to banish pimples under several layers of tinted grease. For most of my working life, I’ve gone facial commando except for brows and lipstick, and my face seems to be grateful for the lack of over-attention.

      Pamela Anderson is in her mid-50s now, and she looks spectacular with just her face showing. She has said that she wants to emotionally stabilize her own perceptions of who she is; having been a model for Playboy and a television icon beside such talents as David Hasselhoff (who, by the way, probably did not require much in the line of makeup on set: men nearly never do), as well as the focus of a scandal when somebody leaked and tried to capitalize on a private intimate video of her sans makeup and clothing, she deserves to be in touch with herself as the person who has a life outside what beauty perceives us to have. Katie Couric and Justine Bateman have also climbed aboard the natural face train.

      Maybe we should all do that. Are we a sculpted painting of a hollow cheekbone, or do we have souls and thoughts and feelings that work just as well without the pricey plaster on our faces? There is also the stress we place on our skin as we manipulate the stuff onto our cheeks and tug at our tendons and muscles blending in this contour and that flawless matte of skintone. That ultimately leads to wrinkles, and the makeup companies are ready for us with those anti-aging creams the tweens are going Karen over in the Ulta stores.

      Leave your face alone. Let it be the canvas of your life. Enjoy the smile wrinkles and accept when you earn those age lines.

      I see my face in the morning, and I see that my soul is intact. I have nothing to hide.

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    • And Her Shoes Were #9

      Posted at 2:14 pm by kayewer, on February 3, 2024

      Feet are possibly the most overlooked but important part of the human anatomy. Because we walk on them, play sports with them and sometimes gauge our health by them, we often are reminded to be kind to our feet when they complain to us.

      After nearly four years of working from home, many people’s feet have become accustomed to not being in shoes, and this has come back to annoy us in the form of pain when we try to jam them into shoes.

      Last summer I dealt with the consequences of too many days in slipper-shod feet when a favorite pair of sandals betrayed me on the first day of vacation. I was at the shore and needed to pick up the keys to my home for the week, but parking was already becoming difficult, and I had just found a sweet spot near the unit I was renting. No problem, I thought; I’ll walk to the realtor and get the keys.

      I started walking the twelve blocks to the offices, when the soles of my feet began to burn. I pushed through it, got my keys and walked back, but in increasingly severe pain. By the time I got my things moved in and sat down, I removed the sandal on my right foot to find an oozing blister the size of my foot pad. The sandal’s insole was darkened from the leak that had drained onto it. Other than the footwear for the beach, I didn’t pack extra shoes. After a (painful) quick stop at the local pharmacy for blister bandages, I pushed through as the discomfort subsided. I even walked the boardwalk every day. Ultimately it took two months for the wound to heal.

      As I tried to go through my supply of footwear, I was finding that every pair seemed to irritate some part of my foot. This would never do. So, off to the shoe store I went.

      Because my feet have always been wide width, I never went to an ordinary shoe store, even as a child. If I managed to find something there, it was a treat, such as when I was able to (comfortably) wear a pair of Candies (a shoe that was a must-have in the late 1970s), or when the now-defunct Payless Shoe Source managed to stock one or two pairs I could be comfortable in.

      My go-to shoe store is an old-fashioned (by today’s standards) place in which a sales associate measures your feet, has a stockroom of lengths and widths to fit a basketball player or a baby, and the shoes they stock are top quality and meant to last.

      The sales associate measured my feet and broke the news to me: I’ve gained a size.

      It’s a fact of life that as we age, we gain sizes. Some of us gain in our guts and butts, but most also gain in the tootsies. I went from an average size and non-average width to a larger in both. And I never could play basketball.

      We tried on a pair of sneakers similar to what I wore in (and which I had bought there the prior autumn). He checked my customer history and adjusted the try-on pair up a width; they fit like a glove. A painless glove for my feet. I came home with them.

      But what about everyday nice shoes that don’t look like they belong on a basketball court? I mentioned one of the popular manufacturer’s common styles, and he brought out a pair to try on. They, too, fit beautifully in the wider size, but color-wise were designed for a formal event. The style was so popular, they were not in stock, so we ordered a pair in basic everyday black.

      So now I have the burden of going through my shoes and seeing if any can be salvaged; if not, the store has a charity bin which will ensure their use by somebody in need.

      This is how things should be: when somebody buys and then donates to somebody who needs and has no funds to buy, good shoes live on comforting somebody else’s feet. Somebody with feet that have never been on a basketball court.

      My shoe collection had been a sizeable one for when I worked in an office every day, so now I will whittle it down to just what I will need as I won’t be in a building ever again before retirement. So my army of shoes will be decimated, and their replacements will be bigger and wider.

      Just like the person walking in them.

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