Sunday, June 30, 2024

Full Plates


Well, we’re back from our week-long trip to Las Vegas, which was a lot of fun, but also somewhat exhausting.  It’s nice to be sitting in my own chair, watching my own television again.  And, later, I’ll be sleeping in my own bed, which will be best of all.  Hopefully I’ll have a more complete report on the trip next week.

Today I’ll just give you a short note on the results of our license plate game.  My two younger children suddenly realized, right in the middle of the week, that the parking lot was slowly filling up with license plates from pretty far away, and started trying to “collect ’em all.” We continued all the way through to the drive back home, whereon I thoughtfully slowed down every time we passed a semi, an RV, or a trailer (those being the vehicles which had the best chance of being from far off).  At the end of the day, we collected 34 states: 31 from the US, 2 from Canada, and 1 from Mexico, which I thought was pretty damned impressive.  Having lived on the East Coast, and having spent a bit of time traveling through New England in particular, I’ve seen a few Canadian plates in my time, but I’ve never seen a Mexican license plate in my life.  So that was exciting.  Anyway, here’s a list of what we managed to geolocate:

  • Alberta
  • Arizona
  • Arkansas
  • California
  • Colorado
  • Floria
  • Georgia
  • Idaho
  • Illinois
  • Indiana
  • Iowa
  • Maine
  • Michigan
  • Minnesota
  • Missouri
  • Montana
  • Nebraska
  • Nevada
  • New Jersey
  • New Mexico
  • New York
  • North Carolina
  • Ohio
  • Oklahoma
  • Oregon
  • Quebec
  • Sonora
  • Tennessee
  • Texas
  • Utah
  • Virginia
  • Washington
  • Wisconsin
  • Wyoming
Not a lot from the Eastern half of the country, but a moderately respectable showing, I’d say.  My youngest had a map which she downloaded to mark off the states as we saw them.  Perhaps I’ll post that at some point.









Sunday, June 23, 2024

Primm's Cup


No long blog post this week: I’m in sunny (way too sunny, actually) Las Vegas for another Perl conference—my first since the pandemic.  I brought two of my children for moral support.  And I guess I’ll take them to do a few things around town, but mainly the moral support.  From where I live, Las Vegas is a bit over a 4 hour drive, which isn’t terrible.  Of course, it ain’t that fun, either, particularly when your little Prius is desperately trying to get the inside temp down to the 68° you requested while whinging that the outside temp is anywhere from 101° to 106°.  And the drive is mostly a whole lot of nothing: flat land, scrub brush, and stunted Joshua trees.*  I think I even saw an actual tumbleweed or two.  And the roads are very, very straight—I swear, at one point I glanced up at Waze and the map was entirely blank, with a single, perfectly straight line bisecting it, upon which our little arrow floated, seeming to make no progress.  My children will verify this, as it was so surreal I had to point it out to them.  Anyway, a drive like that can put you right to sleep, regardless of whether you’re actually sleepy or not.  I thought the kids would have to pee more often and that would help break up the drive, but not so much, it turns out.  We stopped once in Palmdale and then not again until Primm, which is nearly 200 of the 284 miles.  If you’re not familiar with Primm, just imagine the sort of “town” that might spring up if you slapped the cheesiest casino possible directly on the Nevada state line and you’ve pretty much nailed it.  And, if you’re not familiar with Palmdale ... well, don’t worry: you ain’t missing much.

Anyway, that’s been my day, so there was no chance to write a proper blog post.  And, next Sunday, I’ll be traveling back along the same route, so don’t expect too much then either.  Maybe in two weeks there’ll be something more exciting.



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* That’s not my picture, but it’s pretty much exactly what the whole trip looks like.











Sunday, June 16, 2024

Fall in love with a bright idea


Hey, remember six weeks ago when I talked about college campus protests?  Well, this week’s Some More Newsa YouTube show I started watching during the dark days of the writer’s strike—says almost exactly what I said, only funnier, and with more actual facts.  If you’ve been feeling unsure how to think about the whole campus protest thing, what with competing reports of police brutality and anti-Semitism and “outside agitators,” I really encourage you to watch “How To Cynically Dismiss The Campus Protests Against Genocide”.  Like every episode of SMN, it contains a fair amount of in-jokes (the writers are mostly former employees of Cracked), but I think you’ll find it entertaining nonetheless.  And, who knows? you might just learn something.









Sunday, June 9, 2024

Pre-Screening


On a podcast I listened to recently, someone was lamenting how phones are impacting our children.  “They’re losing their ability to imagine!” this person said (or words to that effect).  This is quite common on podcasts these days ... and television shows ... and movies ... talking heads on “news” shows ... everywhere, really.1  And my usual take on this2 is to point out that our society has been through this before: videogames were making them violent, and heavy metal music was making them worship Satan, and D&D was getting them into actual witchcraft, and television was killing their active thinking, and movies were making them inured to violence, and rock-and-roll was destroying their morals, and reefer was driving them to madness, and comic books were exposing them to adult themes, and even, once upon a time, books were making kids soft by distracting them from going out to play like “normal” kids.  But this time it’s different ... right?

Let me tell you one of my favorite stories about my father.  You may recall (from a previous blog post) that he’s a record collector.  And you may even recall3 that his collection has a hard cutoff, which I believe is 1979.  In our family, he’s somewhat infamous for shitting on my and my brother’s musical taste.  For everything from rap to heavy metal—and, in particular, for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which he has an inexplicable hatred of—he can be heard to proclaim decisively “they can’t sing, they just scream” and “it sounds like a bunch of stray cats fighting” and sometimes just “that just isn’t music, son.” And, once, after he’d said that, I remdinded him that he grew up in the motherfucking fifties: during the foundational years of rock-n-roll, when parents holding their ears and decrying their children’s choice of listening material is practically a stereotype.  “Dad,” I pointed out as gently as I could, “isn’t ‘that’s not music’ exactly what your parents said to you when you were young?” And he furrowed his brow, and shook his head, and responded, with zero irony or self-awareness whatsoever, “yes, but that was different.”

See, we all think we’re different.  Our grandparents no doubt remembered the whole “get your nose out of a book a go outside and play” thing, but still somehow fell prey to the “comic books are trash” meme because that was different: books were literature, but comic books?  Different.  And then our parents shook their heads at how out of touch our grandparents were when they couldn’t understand this new art form of rock music, and then immediately did the same thing when heavy metal came around.  That’s not music: it’s different.  And then we came along and did the exact same thing with videogames: why, yes, our parents did tell us that TV was going to rot our brains, and obviously that was stupid, but Grand Theft Auto is different.  Kids today.  What is the world coming to?  Get off my lawn!

So, is the thing with the phones different?  Well, as a fan of balance and paradox, it shouldn’t surprise you that my opinion is that it both is and isn’t.  And I’m a bit pleasantly surprised to see that, 14 years after writing that post, which seemed radical and a bit weird at the time, the world seems to be coming around to my way of thinking.  “Both things can be true” is a common phrase on the Internet these days, or, as the great sage B Dave Walters is fond of saying: “¿por que no los dos?”4  In other words, why pick only one?

See, I think we can all pretty clearly agree that heavy metal doesn’t make kids suicidal, but that doesn’t mean that some kids didn’t commit suicide after listening to metal music.  And it seems pretty clear these days that violent videogames don’t lead kids to commit violence, but that doesn’t mean that some of those school shooters weren’t playing Call of Duty or whatever.  This new panic that we seem to have developed about how our children are losing their ability to connect to human beings because of their phones?  That’s almost certainly bullshit.  But that doesn’t mean that, if you have a kid who is prone to social awkwardness or avoiding the vagaries of human contact and social interaction, they won’t use their phone as an excellent excuse to go all in on that tendency.

All kids are different, even within the same family.  For instance, I’ve had three.  Two of them I’ve had to restrict how much chocolate they eat because they would just eat till they were sick; the other never even considered it, so I never put any restrictions on them.  Two of them would play videogames for hours and not be willing to stop when it was time for dinner (or anything else); the other never developed the habit.  Two of them would run up vicious phone bills by streaming YouTube videos in the car; the other never found that particularly interesting.  And, in those three examples, none of them are the same two kids as any of the others.  That meant that I neeeded to impose restrictions on some but not others, and, you know what? that was fine.  Too often we become convinced that we have to treat all our children the same, or it won’t be “fair.” But the problem with this theory is that the kids are not the same.  They need to be treated differently exactly inasmuch as they are different from each other.  Or, to look at it from another angle, they need to be treated the same in the abstract, using the same founding principles, but the specifics need to be different, because they need to be customized for each child.

I think what it all comes down to is, we need to keep an eye on our kids.  We need to engage with them, and talk to them, and, most importantly, listen to them.  Preferably starting when they’re young: if you wait till your kids get to be teenagers and try to start talking to them then, you may end up sounding like that classic scene from Better Off Dead, and that’s no good for anyone.  But still better than nothing: don’t think it’s too late to start treating your kids like people just because you didn’t start out that way.  Beacuse I believe that, as long as you’re listening to your kids and noticing where they struggle, you can at least try to do something about it before it gets too serious.  And there’s no need to blame the Internet, or their Playstation, or their Metallica albums, or anything else.  If they didn’t have any of those things, they’d just find something else to fixate on.  And I think most any parent who’s tried to take something like that away from their kids can confirm: they’re either going to find a way to use it / watch it / listen to it / experience it anyway, or find something else to replace it with.  Because these things are symptoms.  Not the cause.  Never the cause.  Even though we think: this time ... this time ... it’s different.



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1 Paula Poundstone is particularly obsessed with it.  One of the (many) reasons I had to give up her podcast.

2 For instance, I touched on it in both one of my D&D posts and one of my AI posts.

3 But only if you read the footnotes.

4 If you don’t speak Spanish and aren’t inclined to instantaneously Google Translate, that means “why not both?”











Sunday, June 2, 2024

I am standing at the edge of my mind


Not too much going on this week, yet somehow I’m exhausted.  I suspect I’m just not getting good sleep.  Probably need to invest in one of those sleep trackers.  Although it’s an interesting question: would knowing that I’m not sleeping well help me sleep better?  Or would it just get in my head and make me so worried about not getting good sleep that it would further impact my sleep?

Perhaps the mere fact that I’ve asked such a question reveals that I spend way too much time thinking about things like that.  So I dunno.  I reckon we’ll just have to see what happens.