June 10th, 2007

London

The river rises. The river falls.

I finally have understood the mystery that is the Sunday Pub Roast. Why, I ask, would people be eating a big-assed, meat-filled dinner between the hours of noon and four on a Sunday? Who would want that much food at that time of the day, ever? What about brunch and bloody Marys?

Well, now, at last, I get it. The point of the roast it to have something for all of that liquor to land on that you're drinking in the afternoon on a Sunday. On a nice day like today, that's exactly what you want to be doing, sitting out at a patio bar, working you way through pint after pint or, better yet, a jug of Pimms (unless the bar you're drinking at is, sadly, out).

The other big option is to be napping. I did that today, too, after my brilliant debut at noon. Look at me, I am a power sleeper! My napping was from about 2:30 until 3:30, which meant no tube journey to the Southbank Center's grand reopening party, no trip to Cambridge to listen to Fretwork play evensong, no excursion to some beer/cider festival in the hinterlands. No sir, my grand outing for the day was to walk a mere half an hour down the river bank to The Crabtree, favored pub of my coworkers, where I was amazed by the glory of the many Sunday roasts being consumed by my fellow Sunday afternoon tipplers - with half a chicken sitting on a pile of potatoes, carrots, and cauliflower, with a "Yorkshire Pudding" (microscopic puffy batter thing) holding a puddle of gravy and a scoop of stuffing on top of it all, it was more than enough for the two of us to split. Yum.

Anyway, J and I came home to a wechsler, who was up for a round of Citadel (I won), which was, I think, improved by the Pimm's based alcoholic beverage I was tossing back. Now we're all feeling tired and (me) lazy. I've been blowing my nose constantly for the last half hour, and while I'd imagine it is allergies, fact is, there's no new pollen since yesterday and I fear this is actually a cold. Plus my body is a bit achy, more than it should be. Bah. Here's hoping it gets cleared up before tomorrow. And still, all in all, I think this was a good, lazy Sunday, and a very nice weekend.
Pink poodle

The end of the day. Allergies or a cold?

I've spent the evening sneezing and blowing my nose, sewing, fiddling with LibraryThing (under Webcowgirl), and reading the New York Times. Thus these recommendations.

For my dog loving friends: a story that will leave you wanting to scratch your dog's head and let them know you love them.

For my friends who are interested in the question of class in America: an article about a woman who teaches classes on class. I found this very interesting, especially since Americans tend to pretend we're all one big happy family, but some of us have lots of money and some of us have lots of family members and friends in jail and tend to die young. This paragraph was particularly thought-provoking:

Payne believes that teachers can’t help their poor students unless they first understand them, and that means understanding the hidden rules of poverty. The second step, Payne says, is to teach poor students explicitly about the hidden rules of the middle class. She emphasizes that the goal should not be to change students’ behavior outside of school: you don’t teach your students never to fight if fighting is an important survival skill in the housing project where they live. But you do tell them that in order to succeed at school or later on in a white-collar job, they need to master certain skills: how to speak in “formal register,” how to restrain themselves from physical retaliation, how to keep a schedule, how to exist in what Payne calls the “abstract world of paper.”

Of course she is getting a lot of crap for stereotyping, but, in my mind, if you won't admit there are any differences, how can you start having a conversation about it at all? And teachers really are in the front line for making a difference. I know they did for me. Marilyn Lenz, where are you when I want to thank you for how much of an effort you made for me?

Hmm. shadowdaddy's uploaded our pix from the trip to Tunisia. There are currently no captions or anything so they're fairly mysterious. Basically, if it's the desert and rocks, it's Carthage, if it's the ocean, it's probably the Mediterranean, and if it's food, you know it was something we ate.