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    • Fear and Loathing in a Bunny Suit

      Posted at 1:21 am by kayewer, on April 15, 2018

      This is a story with many parts to tell, but it all begins with a little girl who was scared by the Easter Bunny. Of course the iconic character was somebody in a costume, but that is unimportant. The real story is about helicopter parents, privacy issues, fear, prejudice and consequences. All because a little girl panicked when the Easter Bunny came to her daycare center.

      The two-year-old named Surai was at her daycare center in Kissimmee, Florida, when the children were visited by the ecumenical character coming through the classroom door. Most of the children appear in the video to be happy, but little Surai appeared to be unprepared for one of holiday life’s mundane events. She leaped from her chair and backed away, her cherub face twisted in fear. A worker was videotaping the event and it was posted to social media, where it soon became viral and even appeared on Jimmy Kimmel’s show monologue.

      Most people poo-poo childhood angst over holiday icons like Santa or the bunny, and brush it off as just being a poorly timed moment in a child’s life. They won’t remember it next year, or if it were yesterday they would not be so scared.

      There were problems, however. Surai’s mother, Cassandra Bryson, and grandmother Mary Bryson-Robinson, talked to news media of their distress because the daycare did not have permission to photograph or videotape Surai. In writing. The contract between the center and parents asks for permission or opting out for several personal preferences, and the mother had checked off all the items prohibiting imaging of any kind. Also, any eagle-eyed viewer of the news articles related to this story can see that a sign prohibiting photos or video recordings appears prominently on the front of the building. So obviously breaking out the cellphone video app did not apply to somebody in their employ.

      So the daycare is at fault, and somebody needs disciplinary action.

      The grandmother has been on camera saying that her granddaughter has been psychologically damaged by not only the publicity, but by the trauma of having been scared and having nobody from the facility offering any guidance or comfort. It was an unpleasant surprise for a little tot. Psychologically little Surai’s environment and the way her family handles the event will likely determine whether she has lasting fears in the future. Not knowing how she responded to Santa Claus just a few months ago remains an unanswered question as well. Did her folks prepare her for clowns and other costumed characters?

      The other piece of this puzzle is how average people responded to the video: some posted racist comments online. That was uncalled for. Nobody knows how a surprise like that will affect a person. Haven’t grown men fainted at the sight of a spider, or young boys punch the lights out of something (or somebody) that gave them a turn at Halloween?

      Our responsibility to obey policies, and how we prepare for and process fear all came into play this time. We didn’t pass the test.

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    • Sweet Surrender

      Posted at 12:18 am by kayewer, on April 9, 2018

      When I got sick with a stomach bug, I had to cut milk from my diet because it is difficult to digest, so I switched to almond milk instead. The results were so positive that I have not gone back to regular milk since. That, and the fact that breakfast alone gave me my entire day’s worth of sugar before my day had even gotten started.

      Every article out there tells us to cut back on sugar: we are supposed to consume on average around 25 grams (six teaspoons’ worth) daily. Men (as always) are given a break because they burn energy differently, so they can consume 36 grams (nine teaspoons), while women should go for 20 grams (five teaspoons). Children are supposed to get 12 grams (three teaspoons). The average soda can has 40 grams. You see where this is going.

      A couple of weeks ago my weight was down and I was feeling pretty good, so I bought a new ice cream treat in a small hand sized portion, without reading the nutrition label. Big mistake. That handful of ice cream was certainly scrumptious with its toppings and flavors, but it was also nearly 60 grams of sugar. Because I had it in the evening, that means I slept on over a dozen teaspoons of sugar coursing through my system.

      The American Heart Association (AHA) claims we are consuming nearly 300 calories more per day than we used to, but we don’t exercise it off like we used to, either. The old saying that eliminating 500 calories a day can equal a pound of fat off your body in a week is not a bad idea to follow. The AHA recommends tracking total sugars, especially if your nutrition label does not indicate when sugar is added to a food rather than occurring naturally in it (such as fruits in the ingredients). My excuse for not reading the label on the sundae was that the print was microscopic and I didn’t have my glasses available at the time. Either I need to carry a magnifier around with me, buy a third pair of glasses or go on a campaign to get either the stores or the manufacturers to make their print easier to read.

      Then again, our salad dressings on the grocer’s shelf are also laden with sugar. How can one stay healthy by eating salads if the dressings aren’t good for you?

      Our obsession with sugar has a cure, though, through substitution and moderation. The Europeans don’t overindulge in sugar; it’s a treat rather than a daily (if passive) supplement. A more alert attitude has helped me switch some bad habits for good ones and, though I may indulge in another one of those tooth-rotting sundaes again, I will plan it rather than go hog wild with it for no reason.

      Better health for the long-term always should prevail over momentary sweet tooth pleasure, and I’m going to try to remember that.

       

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    • Eggs-Actly

      Posted at 1:35 am by kayewer, on April 1, 2018

      I don’t usually buy any of those “as seen on TV” products, but I decided it might be a good idea to try Eggletts, which are silicone cups designed to cook eggs without dealing with the shells. Simply crack the egg into the cup and place in boiling water to cook hard- or soft-boiled eggs, or add ingredients for omelette cups and such.

      But what about the ooglie? You know, the little white squiggly things which hold eggs suspended in place inside the shell, known as the chalazae. I normally de-ooglie my eggs prior to cooking, which involves the precision of a surgeon, at least two kitchen utensils and the patience of Job to accomplish. Certainly no short order cook bothers excising two white squiggles out of every egg they crack open. And what about shells falling into your Egglette?

      Just to be safe, I’ll crack my eggs into a custard cup first.

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    • Know News

      Posted at 2:53 am by kayewer, on March 25, 2018

       

      I like all three network newscasts, but I can’t stand them when it snows and they spend endless hours of airtime telling me that it’s snowing outside. News networks such as CNN broadcast 24 hours of news, but if I’m going to stay home I prefer being a willing captive catching up with “Let’s Make a Deal” and Dr. Phil than hours of snow broadcast drudgery.

      The unfortunate staff are forced into knee-deep snow drifts with yardsticks to measure the accumulation, parked in front of convenience stores to discuss bread and milk runs with over-bundled brave shoppers, and sent on endless treks in specially equipped weather outfitted vehicles to show viewers at home what they are missing by not driving themselves anywhere.

      The first big storm broadcast that really drew viewership, however, was for a hurricane, when Al Roker bravely broadcast a segment on Hurricane Wilma while a staffer tried to secure him against being blown away.

      Usually we know it’s snowing just by looking at the white stuff covering our lawns and sidewalks, so spending hours of airtime and taking away regular programming won’t really change it. An hourly update might do the job. Also, if the average person is told it is risky to sojourn into this weather, newscasters should be accorded the same consideration. Stay inside and stay safe, and let us catch up on Dr. Phil.

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    • York Peppered in Patty’s

      Posted at 12:23 am by kayewer, on March 19, 2018

      I was in New York City yesterday; not for St. Patrick’s Day, but to see an opera (it was the best scheduled performance I could get at the Metropolitan Opera, so I gave up my scheduled subscription seat at the Walnut Street Theater and took a performance there on another day just for this privilege). St. Patty’s Day is as big an event in NYC as in Chicago or Philadelphia, with the added big attraction being it is a city that never sleeps and, therefore, can handle huge hordes of revelers at all hours, even after March 17 became March 18. My intention was to be out of there well before that.

      The city was in a strange condition when I arrived on the early bus (the only one I could get), as Broadway was almost a ghost town with everybody crowding to Fifth Avenue for the festivities. It did give me an opportunity to go places which would otherwise be crowded. The main qualifier for emptiness was that none of them served alcohol.

      Imagine walking into a Starbucks with no line. Parts of Broadway were undergoing one of many cosmetic changes which occur with the city reinvents itself from its most famous block outward: stores had relocated, while others shut down over the past few months since I was there last. The parade participants dwindled as I walked toward Lincoln Center. Still the walking itself was wonderful, and I figured I did quite a few miles (forgot to strap on my pedometer at 6:00 in the morning, but my guess is about five to six miles overall).

      Took a detour downstairs in the Shops at Columbus Circle to visit the Whole Foods market. The place is extraordinary compared to the one I visit in the progressive yet somewhat Luddite world of southern New Jersey. A huge fish called an Opa was on display on a table. The minute I pulled out my cell phone camera, a crowd followed along, snapping shots of the poor thing as it lay in state waiting for somebody to come to the seafood department and ask for it to feed a huge horde.

      Once past the dwindling bunches of folks clad in green for the parade or baccanal, I headed into Lincoln Center to find that people removing their coats still wore green for the day, as did I. The performance was short (one act) but not without some–and the only negative–drama from my spot in the audience. A woman seated behind me, whom I assume is a subscription diva and possibly well-known as one with an attitude, poked the woman seated next to me as the house darkened, stating she could not see without some shrinkage in front of her, to which my seat partner curtly replied no without any further repercussions. At the conclusion came the real drama, when a dark shaft appeared within my eyesight to my right: it was the same diva, poking her walking cane over my shoulder to jab the woman seated in front of me who had stood to join an ovation for a performer at curtain call, with the same lament that she could not see. Perhaps she should’ve considered a small periscope.

      So strangely enough, the best people in New York that day were the St. Patty’s Day celebrants, and the only problem person I encountered was inside a respectable establishment on the outskirts of the party and merriment part of town.

       

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    • In-YouTube-Ate

      Posted at 3:25 am by kayewer, on March 11, 2018

      If online videos were available 60 years ago, We might have learned a lot more a lot sooner, but we would have been too preoccupied watching and learning than actually doing anything. Sure I enjoy cat videos and the latest memes, and sometimes I just play an old favorite because I’ve worked hard all day and it’s a reward that doesn’t pack on pounds. It could give me cataracts a lot sooner, though.

      During a training class at work, the instructor had YouTube up as a default screen between classes, and I discovered this great video of a music machine which uses some electronics but relies on music made by 2,000 marbles.

      Imagine the thought and genius that went into this contraption. I enjoyed watching the shots of the marbles and the various instrument levers, but not so much the lanky-haired fellow running it by hand cranking the drive wheel.

      Oh yeah, and the training class was great, too.

      The other video I saw which was interesting was of a food called tama konnyaku, a Japanese jelly and potato-based dish which, when cooked, expels a noise similar to throngs of screaming people if you press on them:

      So I’ve provided you with two distractions which are equal parts enjoyable and a bit creepy. But don’t forget to also do something constructive with your time today, especially since it’s Daylight Saving and you’ll lose an hour of sleep tomorrow.

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    • Don’t Box the Block

      Posted at 2:38 am by kayewer, on March 4, 2018

      The third “For Sale” sign went up in a house next to mine the other day. Suddenly the block is going to change, and people I have known for a long time are disappearing. I have lived on the same street for over 50 years (give or take a few short stints away), and I have seen it happen, but it seems to be happening faster now.

      Of course I am not the longest-lived resident of the block, but only when you see advance notice of more change do you get a chance to think about it in depth from all the time you have spent there. There were people who were kind, and those who kept to themselves. Some never felt welcome and didn’t help us feel like we belonged, while others strove to keep life on a pleasant border between wonderfully outgoing and peacefully civil. When I first arrived with my parents, people stayed in one place a long time, but now frequent moves are not considered unusual, so a few new people have only stayed a short while.

      I saw the youth of my generation–both younger and older than me– make their way through life on the block, and they have moved away. The elderly have died, and the middle-aged or young upstarts have sought different environments, either upscale or downsized. There have been some financial hardships and difficult divorces along the way, all with their own causes and consequences. Moving is usually one of the consequences.

      So now I wonder what the future of the block will be. Who will fill in the gaps by moving in and finding their place in the whole? I will wait and see who paints or fences or landscapes, and who smiles en route to their car in the morning or slips out to pull third shift duty under the cover of the moon when nobody is around to see them. Will there be new children, or adults of an age to whom we all can relate?

      When the sale signs come down and the moving vans pull away, it will all begin again with new people mingling with the old, not only in age but in dynamics, emotions and ideas. It will be like a mystery prize behind a curtain, and I’m holding my breath for it to be revealed.

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    • What To Say

      Posted at 4:09 am by kayewer, on February 25, 2018

      So many people are exercising their free speech about the deadly school shooting in Florida, that I have decided to not chime in and just listen. It’s very educational to hear what people have to say about what was or was not done, and how to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

      The problem is, they keep going over the same things over and over, and that is why the problem never gets solved.

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    • Deja Vu Month

      Posted at 3:45 am by kayewer, on February 18, 2018

      It’s tough to have two months with most of their days falling on exactly the same date twice in a row. February and March are like twins, only March came  three days early. Our calendars are so mixed up already, with Daylight Saving and some February months having a leap day (and some years having a leap second), no wonder we’re always confused. Fortunately this February has been relatively mild weather-wise, and March promises to be even better. So the trees will be starting to blossom, and daylight will last a bit longer, and we have three extra days to enjoy March. It doesn’t make getting through February any easier.

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    • Slow Burn

      Posted at 3:33 am by kayewer, on February 11, 2018

      I don’t own a microwave, nor do I have a slow cooker. This means I prepare everything in real time, I guess. There are a lot of handy devices out there, including fast cookers which are not microwaves. None of them make sense to me. I guess I have finally arrived at the stage in my life at which new technology is a mystery.

      The slow cooker advertises that you an make a cake or cook a whole chicken. I always thought of it as a pot roast machine. Just throw in the meat and vegetables and a few other things you supposedly have in your pantry, and set it before you go to work. If your house doesn’t burn down, you have an entire meal ready when you return home. And the roast tastes like vegetables and the vegetables taste like the roast. Same flavor for everything. I can’t imagine a pot roast cake.

      Now you can buy slow cooker liners to speed up your clean-up time. Put everything inside the liner and set up your cook time as usual. Heaven knows you need to make up in cleaning time what you used preparing the stuff all day, that all tastes the same. Plus I’m sure the roast would also gain the taste of plastic.

      The new fast cookers, such as the much-touted Instant Pot, can prepare a pork butt in 90 minutes. Back in our parents’ day, the pressure cooker was a kitchen staple, but you used it on your burner and worried about exploding lids yielding to the strain of rubber gaskets surrounding iron pots. Today the pots are electric and regulated, and you can even make yogurt in it.

      Make your own yogurt. No more waiting for ten for ten dollar sales at the market? Just throw in some curds and whey and some fruit and you’re ready to go?

      The prep time is half the battle. Fixing your pot to do the chore takes as much time as it would to zap a dinner in the microwave. Which I still don’t have.

       

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