Wow. It’s Thursday, and my last post was the Friday Link Love. I guess that makes it pretty obvious I haven’t blogged in awhile.
My blog locked me out again over the weekend, not accepting my login and password. That’s always frustrating. It left me hanging in mid air with a digital photo of mozzarella medallions on garden tomatoes with fresh basil – our afternoon snack on Saturday – which you may not hear about now because the magic of the moment is gone.
Bryan fixed the lock-out issue for me on his way into work Monday which officially makes him Way Cool.
But then on Monday night I fell down the back steps, the slippery ones leading down to the trash cans. I set one foot down on the first step and before I knew it my pile of newspapers was flying through the air, and I landed with my right leg bent under my ass.
I thought I’d broken my ankle, given that my chubby ass smashed it against the step. Of course, this didn’t stop me from instantly jumping up and shouting “FUCK!” about 25 times while punching the trash cans.
I am the poster child for the Fight Response.
At any rate, this was a disappointing set back to my week because I was feeling pretty motivated to get some projects done around the house, and had already tackled one on Monday morning. Instead, I spent the day Tuesday laying on an ice pack and keeping myself filled with over the counter pain meds.
I love twitter, because it serves as the town crier. After I posted this, I had three In Real Life friends call or email to see if I needed a ride anywhere, or to take the kids, or to pick up Ruthie from school. The internet does not replace real communication with real friends, but it does come in handy when you need to send out a desperate 911 without dialing fourteen phone numbers to find out who is home.
Wednesday was more of the same. I felt much better, and was able to get to the gym for an easy run and lots of stretching, but my lower back still felts better when snuggling with an ice pack. So Wednesday unfolded in fifteen minute increments, like this:
Running.
Lay on ice pack, reading a magazine.
Make lunch.
Lay on ice pack, reading a magazine.
Sit at computer and pay bills.
Lay on ice pack, reading a magazine.
Pick up Ruthie at the bus.
Lay on ice pack, reading a magazine.
Make dinner.
Lay on ice pack, reading a magazine.
You get the idea.
(Ruthie would call this an A/B pattern. God bless kindergarten)
Yesterday when I finally sat down to write for a couple hours during Thomas’ nap, I was planning to bring down the home stretch a meaty essay I’ve been working on for a couple weeks. But I discovered none of Bryan’s editing notes saved, and of course I didn’t make a point of remembering what we talked about since I assumed I’d be able to refer to his notes.
At this point I lost all of my will to live.
Okay, that’s an exaggeration. I just didn’t feel like writing.
The good news is, as frustrating as it is to not have time to write, I’m feeling very Zen about it. This week was a total bust, but you know what? There’s always next week.
I know. I KNOW! Where’s all the writer’s angst and depression and inner turmoil over not having enough Time To Myself?! Well, folks, I guess that’s what you call progress.
Sometimes Love Refuses – PaperNapkin
I love love love this post. I, too, have a tentative son, particularly when it comes to approaching or responding to strangers. When he’s nervous, Thomas pokes his tongue out and plays with his hands nervously in front of his chest. It’s very cute. Now. Not so sure about when he’s interviewing for a job.
The Golden Rule – Practical Theology for Women
This was a very convicting essay on how to love those you are in conflict with.
An excerpt: “In particular, I’ve been meditating for some time about Biblical love in conflict. The Golden Rule gives me an interesting perspective to consider. When in conflict, if I want to fulfill the law–loving my neighbor as myself–then a great summary question to ask myself is “how would I want to be treated if I were the other person?” Most of the time in conflict, we are so self-righteous and self-absorbed, the last thing we consider is how we would want to be treated in a similar situation.”
Immigration Flow Chart – www.reason.com (via Scott Berkun)
Related to links I posted last week regarding immigration raids. The chart is very interesting and enlightening regarding what and how long it takes to legally immigrate. Scott says, “this will either anger you, or make you happy.”
How to Pick a President – Scott Berkun
A great essay suggesting mistakes we make when voting, ways to decode political coverage, and attributes to look for in a leader. RecognitionScene and my brother will both poke their eyes out when they read this: I am still undecided (gasp!).
The Recipe Rule – The Clutter Diet Blog
I hate it when outside sources confirm what Bryan is ALWAYS telling me.
Let them not have cake! – PastaQueen
The PastaQueen decides she is Anti-Cake In the Work Place, and goes on a well-justified rant.
Excerpt: “While I take responsibility for what goes in my mouth, this is like trying to take responsibility for my driving while skidding down icy roads. It’s hard for the health-conscious to get any traction.”
The Muxtape is back! Only I’m going back to calling it a Mixtape. Muxtape was shut down by the RIAA this summer, and I cried in my beer for days over it. I don’t know who this Justin kid is, but I feel like he represented the Say Anything generation well in his fight to keep online mixes alive.
Go Justin.
Enter, Open Tape. Bryan became tired of all my sleeping under the bed covers and not bathing as I grieved the loss of online music sharing, and he tracked down this similar music sharing opportunity. I asked him how it was different, and he said “it’s open sourced.”
I have no idea what that means.
But what do I care, really, as long as it works?! The main difference I see is that instead of me uploading songs to an external website like Muxtape, I’m uploading songs to my own website. I actually think this is better, because now I don’t have to depend on the continuity of a third party’s system, and I don’t have to delete an old mix to post a new one. I can post as many mixes as my host server can handle, which Bryan says is a lot.
So here we go with Mix #1 (yes, technically it’s mix #6, but I’m starting the count over with the new system) – to listen to it, right click here to open in a new tab or window. If you like it, leave a comment, and I’ll send a copy to a random winner.
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The Hold Steady – Stuck Between Stations Michael Dean Damron & Thee Loyal Bastards – By the Time I Get to Heaven The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name The Faint – Take Me to the Hospital Belle & Sebastian – If She Wants Me Badly Drawn Boy – Silent Sigh Wolf Parade – California Dreamer Stereo MC’s – Connected The Temptations – Ball of Confusion The Neville Brothers – Way Down in the Hole Paris Combo – Fibre De Verre Peter Gabriel – Down to Earth
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“She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.”
I love a good blue collar rock song in the vein of Bruce Springsteen. It’s difficult for me to listen to this without playing some serious air drums. Thomas prefers the guitar. Ruthie twirls.
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“…that’s what the world is today…”
It’s crazy how timeless this song is, just insert the political/social/economic drama of the moment. Also, did I mention I’m a big fan of Motown? Somehow, despite the fact I was raised in a completely white middle class suburb, I latched on to funk and Motown at an early age and hold a special place in my heart for the young Michael Jackson and The Jackson Five.
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“…you gotta keep the devil way down in the hole…”
When Bryan and I snuggled in to start Season 2 of The Wire, I eagerly anticipated the Blind Boys of Alabama theme song, Way Down In the Hole. After watching Season 1, that song identified the show for me like Woke Up This Morning by A3 identified The Sopranos. I can’t hear that song anymore without hearing Tony Soprano’s voice in my head.
So I was very offended when the show started with a different song. Well, it was different, yet familiar, and it wasn’t until Tom Waits hit the chorus that I realized it was the same song, sung and arranged by a different artist. This version is actually from the Season 3 intro, and is done by the Neville Brothers. I now know The Wire uses a different arrangement for the same song for each of its five season.
I thought that was kind of a cool idea once I got over the devastation of my world being out of order.
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“bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh…”
Those aren’t really the lyrics to a song, but I don’t speak French and have no idea how to even spell what I’m hearing. After watching The Triplets of Belleville I decided I just MUST HAVE FRENCH MUSIC (well, it was that and after watching Kevin Kline in French Kiss). I’m not sure why I didn’t just buy the soundtrack, but the French Cafe collection from Putumayo music turned out to be a great find. I highly recommend Putumayo for exploring a variety of world music.
Fibre De Verre is the type of music I imagine all Parisians listen to as they sit at outdoor cafe tables, wearing black turtlenecks and smoking cigarettes from sexy long holders (and now that I’ve discovered that web site I feel I MUST own some Bitch Sticks).
He said with wild eyes, “I know, LET’S GO GEOCHACHING!”
I rolled my eyes to the heavens and sat back in my chair.
Deflated, offended, he was all, “What?”
“Why can’t we just be like normal people and go hiking?” I said bitterly.
“It IS hiking – but with a goal, a purpose. It’s like a treasure hunt!”
“So enjoying the great outdoors with your children isn’t purpose enough?”
I know. I can be such a bitch sometimes.
The stupid thing is, I knew it would be fun. Everything Bryan wants to do is fun.
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Looking for the hidden treasure…
More looking…
Finding the treasure!
Checking out what’s inside…
Recording that we found it…
Putting it back for the next treasure hunter…
All in all, not too shabby for our first time out on this high tech adventure. And? The kids made it hiking half a mile straight up the side of Cougar Mountain.
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Go here for information on geocaching, because there’s probably a site within 300 yards of where you’re reading this (there’s tons in our own neighborhood).
The Mom Song
This was sent to me by a friend, and it made me laugh.
Lunch with Big Mama
“I’ve met quite a few other people through blogging over the years, and our lunch today reminded me that my experience has been that people’s real-life personalities tend to be very much like the personalities you perceive from their blogs. I am always pleasantly surprised to realize just how, well, real people are on their blogs after getting to know them offline. And perhaps that’s why so many of us enjoy reading blogs so much: because you tend to get honest glimpses into the lives of regular people, a little touch of much-needed human connection in our increasingly isolated world.”
Roo the Day
Ruthie is not always into blogging, though I’m not sure it’s that she’s not into blogging as much as she’s not into doing anything I happen to suggest might be fun to do right at that moment. When I say something like, “Hey, let’s go write about that on your blog!” She gives a firm, “NO!” Which is fine – perhaps she didn’t inherit the TMI gene. But when I read her the comments? And the things people say to her? Let’s just say she’s motivated by her fans. So I’m learning to let go of my expectations that she be as into it as I am, and try to enjoy the moments she gives me. So check out her latest posts.
Immigration raid aftermath Immigration raids shake california schools Immigration raid leaves mark on iowa town
It’s easy to dismiss one story like this, especially when you’re a recovering Political Apathetic like me. BUt when you listen to several stories in a row your perspective changes a little. You start to wonder if your government is disrupting a delicately balanced ecosystem and creating a whole host of new problems by attempting to solve one.
Half a town wiped out. Businesses in danger of failing. Children robbed of their parents. Schools disrupted. Really? Is the government prepared to sweep into these towns and “raid” them with social welfare programs designed to support all the orphans? All the schools? Do these businesses qualify for government bailout assistance? I’m appalled.
Before he read an excerpt, he talked of beasts, and the appetite that drives them, and the things that transform them. “When we don’t understand the monster in ourselves,” he said, “we don’t understand the monsters around us. I wanted to write a story about a monster like me.”
It was a year ago this very week we attended the release party for his first novel. And in that time, I closely followed the progress of Cyndere’s Midnight through twitter and gtalk – reading of late night editing sessions, approaching deadlines, and final submissions. It was like being a fly on the wall like we so often wish for, observing the process unnoticed.
It’s funny, because I’ve known Jeffrey for years, yet since the invention of twitter we’ve had many more “water cooler” conversations than ever before.
Tonight at the reading and book signing, even as we chatted about Over the Rhine and the virtues of a Mac over a PC, he signed the following inscription in our book: “For the Zugs, with great affection for your daily companionship (online).”
It is an awesome thing to share in the success of our friends. As we left the building we sighed with contentment, and I felt a warm pride as if I had something to do with Jeffrey’s career.
We also remembered our other author friends, how we can count on one hand the number of published authors we’ve had the privilege of knowing before they were known. Regular people pursuing their dream, using their gifts, seeing a vision to it’s completion.
This? This was an encouraging night for a writer like me.
In the weeks leading up to the start of Kindergarten, I worried, I fretted, I questioned whether Ruthie would make it through the day without a nap. Without one she’d always slogged in the afternoon, and freaked out at bedtime from being over tired.
But after the first week of school it became clear: turns out all these years Ruthie wasn’t tired – she was an extrovert trapped in a family of introverts.
School freaking energizes her.
Despite a long day which starts with waking up at 6:30 every morning, she is ON FIRE when we pick her up at the bus at 3:30.
CAN WE GO TO THE PARK?
CAN WE GO TO THE CUPCAKE SHOP?
WHO’S COMING OVER?
CAN WE GO TO [INSERT FRIEND]’S HOUSE?
Whatever the request, if I say we’re going home to our boring house with nothing to do there is screaming, crying, and rending of garments – right there at the bus stop in the middle of my community’s main street.
So now at the point of my day in which I’m the sloggiest (made-up word), I need to make sure I’m rested and properly charged (read: have been alone) so we can go to the park, or the cupcake shop, or to a friend’s house. Which is fine. I can do it.
A favorite thing to do on our many adventures downtown to Pike Place Market is to stop by the Pappardelle’s Pasta stand. It all started one morning when we were meandering through at about 8:30am, before all the tourists started swarming.
This is the best time to be at the market, by the way. All the vendors are cheery, and still setting up, and have plenty of time to chit chat. Ruthie even had a conversation with one of the fish guys I had a crush on as an 18 year old, and that was very weird for me.
Anyway…
A man behind the stand held out a glass jar filled with chocolate sticks, and asked if my kids would like some chocolate pasta.
Of course.
It was a very yummy, crunchy treat just as it was, but the vendor further sold me on the idea of chocolate pasta when he handed me a recipe for making dessert. I also thought his pricing was brilliant. I can’t imaging paying $10/lb for pasta during my regular grocery shopping, but when browsing the market on a special occasion, spending $5 for half a pound of specialty pasta seemed like just the right price for something so unique and tasty.
Once we got it home I cooked it up with just a little olive oil, rinsed it, and left it to chill in the refrigerator. After dinner I warmed up some berries on the stove with a little sugar, and served over the pasta with a dollop of vanilla ice cream.
Five dollars worth generously served three adults and two kids, and on several occasions I used blackberries we picked down by the river. Practically free! If you ever find yourself downtown, I highly recommend the Pappardelli’s stand. If for no other reason than to get a free sample and take in all the beautiful colors of their specialty pastas. It’s quite a sight.
open tape – online mixtapes
It was like The Day The Music Died when Muxtape was shut down by the RIAA. I had three mixes in the queue at the time, and no way to share them on my blog. Bryan told me about Open Tape, which looks and plays exactly like Muxtape, yet vehemently denies being associated with them. Hmmm…. For sure, I’m not complaining, just smirking along with them! As soon as I get a free moment (!!!) I plan to get another mix posted.
Does this look like me? Does this look like anybody who goes to the gym in 2008?
I think the LA Fitness Corporation is run by a single guy who was born circa 1971 and is reliving the Glory Days of hot pink, clown makeup, and Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
These photos were included in marketing materials sent to me when my gym reopened under the new ownership of LA Fitness, and they’re posted ALL OVER THE GYM. There’s even three large posters on the outside of the building WITH NEON PINK HIGHLIGHTS for accenting.
Through the speakers in the locker room Frankie tells me to relax, Madonna suggests I get into the groove, and Chaka Khan says she feels for me. When I work out I can’t escape the flashbacks of braces and awkward slow dancing and really really thick glasses.
My friend, Sarah, and I used to know this guy who always wore tight jeans and a worn, brown leather jacket that would make Starsky and Hutch proud. We concluded that a single guy’s body, mind, and soul must freeze in time if not rescued by a woman or a gainful career post high school graduation.
Clearly the marketing team of L.A. Fitness (coincidentally all from the graduating class of ’89) are all still painfully single.
I don’t know how you people in Los Angeles do fitness, but up here in Seattle I don’t see anybody like this at my gym, except for in the giant creepy posters all over the walls.
I’ve been pondering over the issues of education and the inner city at great length since last Spring when I registered Ruthie for kindergarten. We are a white, middle class family living in a diverse community with lower class and working poor families. On more than one occasion I’ve heard my neighborhood referred to as “the inner city.”
75% of the kids at Ruthie’s elementary school qualify for free or reduced lunch. As a white girl, she is in the minority 17% of the population. There is a sign on all the doors leading into her school that reads, “This Is a Weapons Free Zone.” I shudder to think why this is even necessary to mention to kids under the age of ten.
I will admit there are times I considered transferring Ruthie to a different school – one with higher test scores and fewer kids on assistance – and even filled out the necessary paperwork. I wrestled with my ideals, because I never wanted to be that “white flight” family who sequestered itself from people who are different, who fled the “evils” of the inner city simply because I had the means to. My ideals told me I could be part of the solution, that if I stayed I could make a difference in my community. But at the same time, I wasn’t sure I was willing to gamble my child’s education to follow those ideals.
As a friend put it, “It’s kind of like the difference between reading the communist manifesto as a naive college freshman, versus actually living in the Soviet Union.”
In the end, we decided to stay in the school. For now. Someday I’ll write a post about the reasons why we decided to stay, but for now I just want to share three things that have influenced me the most over the last few months: a sermon, a podcast, and a television show.
It Takes a City to Raise a Child – Pastor & Author Tim Keller.
The community I live in doesn’t even come close to the dense urban environment of New York City, and neither does Seattle, for that matter. But I still found this lecture compelling since so many white, middle class families are fleeing urban areas in general for the seclusion and “safety” of the suburbs.
Keller gives three cons and eight pros to raising your kids in the city, and begins with the thesis that living in the city enhances factors related to kids embracing the Christian faith of their parents. As a teaser, I’ll list those positive factors here, but you really must listen to the 1+ hour podcast.
If you raise kids in the city, they will believe they are living in the real world, and will have realistic expectations of life. (i.e. “Friends” who work at coffee houses can NOT afford apartments that big)
It undercuts their self righteousness toward you and your faith. Kids want to believe their parents don’t understand the real world, but when they see you interacting with city life, they will have respect for you.
Your children will become more confident and self reliant, living in the city.
Your kids will be better at handling diversity, and will have more diverse friendships. The essence of suburbia is zoning – racially, economically, etc. There’s fewer people unlike you.
The city pushes the family together and creates more coherence between home, work, and school. Relationally it’s much more intense. Suburbia pushes everybody apart.
In the city, your teenagers will more easily see a Christianity they can envision and respect because the churches are filled with young people they can identify with (does your sunday school teacher have glorious tatts?).
You can help your kids start to process the real world by living in the city.
In general, kids raised in cities do not have same pressure brought on them to conform because it is so diverse.
Keller mentions several times that we all think the suburbs is the best place to raise our kids, but in reality it may be more polarizing to families.
Think about it: we all get into our cars and go in different directions each day; our commutes take hours away from our family life; when our teenagers have friends, they drive around recklessly in a car together; we live in communities with people who are just like us in every way; our children aren’t exposed to poverty unless they go on a mission trip; kids face an immense amount of pressure to conform.
I loved loved loved this lecture, and I especially loved that Bryan whipped out his computer for us to listen to it on a drive up to Bellingham on Labor Day.
Whatever it takes to teach kids – Geoffrey Canada & Paul Tough
This is an interesting discussion regarding some charter schools Geoffrey Canada began in Harlem, serving the needs of 8,000 kids in all areas of educational and socio-economical need. He talks about the failure of preschool and kindergarten programs because an at-risk child needs that kind of support throughout their entire education, not just in the early years.
He also discusses the lack of support available in the inner cities. In upper middle class schools, when there is an act of violence – a shooting, a murder, a suicide, etc – the school provides mental health professionals the next day to help support kids who are dealing with the trauma. In poor communities, kids often see and experience violence on a regular basis – in their homes, on the streets among their friends – but there is no regular mental health support for them in the schools.
He also discusses the need for school leadership who are firm but loving, who set clear boundaries and stick to them. His staff lives in the community, and interacts with the kids even outside of school. If a teacher catches a kid fighting, even if it’s outside of school that teacher will take action. Canada believes it takes a lot of adults acting in a consistent way and going the extra mile.
It’s a fascinating program, and I plan to read Paul Tough’s book on the project, titled, Whatever It Takes.
This is the best show on television, topping even The Sopranos for me. Season 4 in particular was breathtaking – both as an amazingly written drama and as an eye opener to the issues inner city schools are facing.
One of the things Geoffrey Canada said in the above interview on Fresh Air, is kids in inner city students can’t learn algebra if they’re worried about their safety on a daily basis. This is precisely the issue The Wire takes on through the storyline of a local middle school that is filled with kids whose parents use their welfare money to buy drugs instead of groceries, who sell all the clothes donated for their children to buy drugs, and whose neighborhoods are run by drug lords that “drop bodies” on a regular basis.
Through a specially funded program, ten of the school’s most poorly behaved kids are pulled out of their classroom into a special track of learning that becomes very controversial within the school district. The program’s success becomes tangled up in a web of political fire storms and bureaucratic red tape, and it’s heartbreaking to watch kids with great potential teetering on the edge of a very distinct precipice in their lives.
In summary
These are all the things swirling around in my head lately. I’m intrigued by it all as a mother, as a neighbor, as sociology major, and as a Christ follower. What is my role? What is the government’s? What is the Church’s? How do I keep my kids grounded while raising them in an urban setting? How do I give back to my community without acting like I’m swooping in to rescue the poor black families?
Again, I don’t exactly live in The Big City, but many of these issues apply to my community, and I found these resources very educational.
Here I thought I’d be seeing more of you once school started, but as it turns out I’m actually more productive and busy when forced into a schedule.
(shut up, bryan)
(I SAID, SHUT UP!)
(okay, Bryan, you can stop laughing, now)
(*sighing*)
Also, I’ve been dealing with some health issues that leave me tired. The Fabulous Doctor is trying to figure out what’s going on. In fact, when she reads this post she’s going to pick up her phone, dial my number, and yell in my ear about how I need to get over to her office to pick up little sterile cups.
(I’ll be there this morning! I promise!)
Anyway, I had four vials of blood drawn and tested for everything imaginable. And so far? It’s a bit of a puzzle – some answers, some lingering questions. So we’ll see.
So in the end, I really can’t imagine why I took the time to write this post. And even more puzzling, I have a hard time believing any of you made it all the way down to this period right here >>>.
Thomas spent the night at a friend’s house this weekend, and I sent Bryan out to read peacefully in a quiet place far away from All That Is Undone here at the Zug Haus – which of course left Ruthie and I to ourselves for a GIRLS NIGHT IN.
I rented High School Musical from Netflix, and I think you know how that went.
Here’s what we watched on the big screen:
And here is what it did to inspire Ruthie:
I mean, I knew she would love it, but 24 hours later she has watched it – oh, I don’t know – a dozen times? And of course she has a crush on Zac Ephron, whom she affectionately refers to as The Boy.
I can’t say that I blame her. I may or may not have obsessed over his IMDB page for about 20 minutes until I realized I was a Mary Kay Letourneau After School Special waiting to happen.
Despite the fact Target has High School Musical paraphernalia throughout the store, it never occurred to me someone Ruthie’s age would be able to follow it. I just assumed it was for high schoolers. I was surprised when a friend mentioned she’d watched it with her five year old, so I thought I’d give it a try.
If you have little ones at home with Very Dramatic Tendencies, I highly recommend High School Musical.
Personally, my favorite character is Ryan, the brother from the brother/sister duo who have starred in all the school musicals since kindergarten. He’s the Niles Crane, the Kramer, the hilarious side kick who steals the show with – in Ryan’s case – very coordinated hat/shirt combinations.
I was reading through I Corinthians 13 a couple years ago, berating myself for being the Meanest Mom on the Planet, and having a hard time feeling the love Paul was intending to get across. Being that I am a list girl, I broke it down and re-wrote the passage on a piece of paper like this:
Love is… Patient
Kind
Truthful
Protecting
Trusting
Hopeful
Persevering
unfailing
Love is NOT… Envious
Boastful
Self-important
Rude
Self-seeking
Easily angered
Holder of grudges
Delighter in evil
The passage was so familiar to me it became meaningless, but when I looked at it from a different perspective, I had an ah-ha moment: I was clearly not loving my family. I can’t say this has been the magic pill to make me a better person, but it is a succinct reminder in the face of Everyday Craziness, so I taped it to the cabinet doors in my kitchen.
I shared this with a friend, who then showed me a similar list she had posted in her kitchen. I was instantly in love with the practical spin put on it, and I reworked it a little to suit my own shortcomings. It is now on the front of my refrigerator: