Holy Joseph, patron saint of shark bites

On Sunday at Mass, I saw my four-year-old gazing at the stained glass window showing Mary, Mater Dolorosa. Mary’s face is twisted, her eyes large and sorrowful as she contemplates the crucifixion painted on the wall above the altar.

After a few minutes, my daughter took her crayons and started to draw. In her picture, the woman is agonized, her mouth open, her hands outstretched, a river of tears streaming down her face. My daughter crayoned in the last details, and then offered the picture to me. She grabbed my head and whispered hoarsely into my ear, “She is crying because her husband got eaten by a shark.”

We’re gonna need a bigger pew.

What’s for Supper? Vol. 26: Nine-Finger Pork

Here is a chart of this week:

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Also, I couldn’t find my camera charger all week, so the pictures are much more terrible than usual.

The specifics:

SATURDAY
One pan chicken thighs with veggies

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I’ve had tons of success with this one-pan roasted chicken and fall vegetable recipe, which I’ve made with crazy purple potatoes (see above. Yes, that is an old picture. I like to keep old pictures of fancy potatoes on my iPad just in case I need them), tender little Brussels sprouts, and all kinds of nice veggies. This week I got an attack of the cheaps when I was shopping, so we just had carrots, white potatoes, and butternut squash. It was still good, and the skin of the chicken thighs roasts up nice and crisp.

A bright and tasty dish you can prepare ahead of time, and only barely have to know how to cook.

SUNDAY
Pioneer Woman’s Perfect Pot Roast, mashed potatoes

This smelled heavenly, looked magnificent, and tasted . . . okay.

I was heartbroken. I’ve been waiting and waiting for beef to go on sale, so I scooped up a nearly five-pound roast and spent most of the day making Tasmanian devil noises while is slowly cooked in wine and beef broth.

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Looks pretty great, right? Well, it wasn’t terrible, it was just bland. The mashed potatoes were good, though.

MONDAY
Korean pork ribs, rice with seaweed, roasted sesame broccoli

I see now that I should redo that chart, because Monday was actually the high point. Couldn’t be more pleased with the way these ribs turned out. I made a triple recipe of my friend Elizabeth’s sauce again:

5 generous Tbs gochujang 
2 Tbs honey 
2 tsp sugar 
2 Tbs soy sauce 
5 cloves minced garlic

and set the ribs to marinate all day. Then I threw them under the broiler for half an hour and pulled them out when they were sizzling and gleaming. Then I stepped back and watched my family rediscover their lupine heritage. I’m surprised no one lost a finger. I think we would have considered it a good trade if we had, though.

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To get this image, I took an elderly cell phone, soaked it in mineral oil for a while, and then hit the shutter button with my elbows while balancing on a can of condensed milk.

The broccoli, I cut it into pieces and put them in a shallow pan, drizzled it with my new found best friend, sesame oil, and sprinkled it with salt, pepper, and toasted sesame seeds.  Put it under the broiler for a few minutes until the broccoli was a little bit charred, and it was not bad.

TUESDAY
TACO TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is Taco Tuesday so exciting because it’s called Taco Tuesday, or because you get to eat tacos? Or is it mainly about the sour cream?

WEDNESDAY
Pizza

Two pepperoni, two olive.  I’ve never made four pizzas so fast in my life. Not really a story, but I was impressed and feel like telling someone.

Oh, wait, I have a second pizza triumph to report. Here is a pizza that I made several weeks ago. I like to slide it off the pan in the last few minutes, to let it brown up a little underneath. Well, look at the terrible thing that almost happened when I stretched things a little too thin:

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But guess what? I saved it! You have to approach these things with confidence.

THURSDAY 
Chicken nuggets, chips, veggies, dip, and hummus

The children prepared this meal for me in my hour of need, and all I had to do was set it all up ahead of time, give them detailed instructions, yell at them for not doing it, and then give them a massive guilt trip for how hard it was to get them to do it. Tasty!

FRIDAY
Spaghetti

I may go lie down first, though.

Unified Sports and other little green shoots

Have you heard of Unified Sports? I caught a quick story on the local news yesterday, and it’s a brilliant idea. In Unified Sports, which sprung out of the Special Olympics organization, students with and without intellectual disabilities practice and play together on all sorts of athletic teams, from basketball to volleyball to figure skating.

I can’t seem to find online the story I heard, but one girl told the NHPR reporter that she got involved simply because she wasn’t ready for the regular basketball season to be over — so she signed up to be a “partner,” helping kids with disabilities to pass, dribble, and score. The rules of this league stipulate that partners may not score more than 25% of the points in a game; but in the most recent season, the partners didn’t score at all, choosing instead to pass the ball to their developmentally disabled teammates. As the team practiced and played together, friendships developed naturally between kids who, in other circumstances, would never have spent time together at all.

The games are less fierce and more cooperative, but they are real games, and part of real tournaments. The program has recently taken off in a big way in high schools across New England. The games are lively and exciting, but “[t]he best thing we found out that happened last year were all the things that happened off the court,” [Project Unify director at Special Olympics Maine Ian] Frank, Frank said.

“The traveling to games, putting on the uniform with the school colors, playing in a home gym, socializing with students that typically you wouldn’t have, the barriers that got broken down and the doors that got opened, obviously the things that are happening are very positive to all of us and the students involved.

“It’s a place where people can shine, it’s a great avenue for sports at its truest form. There are so many life lessons that really come out of this program it’s hard not to be able to sell this,” he said.

“The impact it had not just on a basketball team but the culture of a school internally was special to see.”

When I was in school, kids with developmental disabilities were segregated into separate classrooms. Students in the general population rarely saw them, much less played or worked with them. They were just those weird, scary kids who got shuffled around when the rest of us were doing regular school. A few of the more effusive kids with special needs were treated as adorable mascots, but there was certainly no concerted effort to integrate them, or to get to actually know them. Things have changed.

Another happy innovation: in my kids’ high school, the Interact club (the high school version of Rotary) has an initiative that encourages students to become friends with kids with special needs, checking in on them throughout the day, cheering them on, helping them get along with other students. I talked to a student from one high school in a different state, and he said that, as the year began, the kids with developmental disabilities were outcasts, and their classmates nervously averted their eyes, or even jeered at them. But once the school made an organized, explicit effort to bring them into the community, the special needs kids gradually became “rock stars,” collecting high fives and swapping nicknames with the other kids as they made their way down the hall. More than that, true friendships formed, which endured outside of the school.

These programs are very much in line with the aims of Jean Vanier, founder of L’Arche, a foundation which builds special communities where people with and without intellectual disabilities live and work together for their mutual benefit. How beautiful to see secular schools making a similar effort.

Sometimes it feels like the world is getting worse and worse, but this effort to integrate the developmentally disabled is a true, meaningful, and increasingly popular movement in American society. Even as there is a push to eliminate “imperfect” children before they are born, there is a simultaneous push to make contact and to build genuine relationships with people with developmental disabilities, for their benefit and for the benefit of the non-disabled population.

Little green shoots! They’re there if you look for them.

13 things to be happy about today

I don’t have to tell you why.

Read the rest at the Register. 

Supermitt

Dear Mr. Romney,

Well, this is awkward.

How is Ann? And how is her horse? Well, I trust. And all your various sons, Grup and whatnot, all in good health? I’m glad to hear it.

Look, I remember making fun of your name. I called you “Mittens” — I did!   I remember saying that you look like Christopher Lee’s Dracula. I even remember, in my folly, snarking that your logo brought to mind The Man Inside by Tobias Fünke. In those halcyon days of my political youth a couple of years ago, I groused about that terrible thing you did when you wanted people in your state to have healthcare. It seemed terrible; I forget why.

God forgive us, I complained that you were boring.

Boring!

Oh, Mr. Romney, do I even have to say it? Fine, I’ll say it.

Please, come back. Please, please, ride in on an unnaturally stiff white charger, glance at us with those unnervingly hooded eye sockets, flash your terrifying undead grin, and tell us that even now, at the eleventh hour, you’re willing to be our president. Be our grown-up. Be our savior.

I’ll vote for you. Ohhh, will I vote for you. I’ll go door to door for you. I’ll make phone calls, I’ll pass out stickers, I’ll set up folding chairs at the Moose Lodge so we can all just gather and chant your name. You don’t even have to show up! We’ll be happy just to think that you might. Mr. Romeny, I’ll falsify birth certificates. I’ll dabble in necromancy and raise my dead ancestors so they can vote for you.

I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I remember when we said you were “Too establishment.” Now it feels like I was pettishly complaining, “The foundation of my house is too darn strong!” — and then, when I opened the curtains, I saw a murderous,  howling tornado bearing down on my front yard.

Have I mentioned that you kind of look like Superman? Oh lord, I think we even made fun of your hair. Your hair.

But it’s great hair. It’s the best hair. It’s the hair that we desperately need right now. This is your moment, Mr. Romney, and you know it.

Grovelingly yours,

Binders Full of the Damned

 

Was I unfair to Tom Hoopes and graham crackers?

Maybe.

I mean, I pluralized his last name as “Hoopses.” If that’s not unfair, it’s at very least weird and inexplicable. Mea maxima culpa.

But seriously, a few readers protested that I was unfair in my response to Tom Hoopes’ essay Why We (Still) Home School. The main objection from readers is that Tom was just telling about his family’s experience, and there was no reason to get irritable about that. Why try to refute an anecdote? He’s just saying, “This is what we do, and this is why.”

Just the other day on Facebook, I said that Daddy Wars will never catch on, because:

Woman 1: I think such-and-such.
Woman 2: I disagree, HOW DARE YOU?

Man 1: I think such-and-such.
Man 2: What an idiot. Hey, football!

So, I guess Tom Hoopes said, “I think such-and-such about school,” and I responded, “HOW DARE YOU?” Or at least it came across that way.

As I re-read Tom’s post, I see that he was at pains to talk about his experience, his wife’s experience, what he and his wife want for their family. He doesn’t say, at any point, that everyone must or even should make the same decisions they did.

To be fair to me, I also spoke mainly of my own experiences, and about what I had learned from realizing I had been making false assumptions. I never said, at any point, that Tom Hoopes or anyone else must or should make the same decisions my family did. I was a little snottier than absolutely necessary, but that’s how I sound when I’m trying. Mea maxima etc.

He does speak about the nefarious origins of public schooling in a way that implies that present-day public schools have the same goals (and that they are achieving those goals), and this was the part that annoyed me, and which prompted me to respond. He said:

[By the 1970’s] schools had ceased being places that complement home life. They had become places that contravene home life. John Dewey and his followers did that purposely.

The fathers and mothers of the modern education system wanted schools to remold young people into good citizens — as they conceived good citizens to be. Families deeply inculcate values in children. That includes good values to reinforce, like altruism, but also bad values to mitigate, like racism. But the reformers threw the baby (family-rooted culture) out with the bathwater (occasionally backward values). Actually, it was even less benign than that: One of the “bad family values” to be discouraged was religion — the basis of meaningful social order.

By the 1970s the school system had grown into a kind of Plato’s Republic world of children being educated in a set of virtues that didn’t come from their families or their churches but from secular experts hired by the state.

The end result is that, when we began having children and we started talking about school, I instinctively recoiled and April stepped forward and we decided to home school.

If you read closely, he never says that all public schools in 2016 follow John Dewey’s goals to turn children into homelife-contravening, secular state-trained cogs. He does say that public schools were founded for this purpose, and he says that he wants to avoid letting this happen to his kids. I think it’s splitting hairs to claim he’s still talking exclusively about his own experience at this point. He’s inviting us to draw the logical conclusions about the public school system today.

I mean, if someone asks why I feed my sons graham crackers, and I say it’s because they were created to tamp down excessive lust, it follows that I think that eating graham crackers is likely to have that effect. If I write a post called, “Why I Feed My Sons Graham Crackers,” it would be reasonable for someone to write a response called, “Are You Willing To Learn About Graham Crackers?”

You know, I think we’re getting off point here. Maybe a better illustration: the YMCA was originally conceived as a religious organization, designed to promote healthy Christian principles of developing body, mind, and spirit. Some Ys are still overtly Christian (at least according to Wikipedia — I’ve never come across an even faintly religious Y myself!), whereas others are 100% just a place to go to swim, lift weights, and maybe take a fencing class or something.

If I were an atheist who thought Christianity was bad for kids, it would be weird to refuse to sign my kids up for classes at the local Y — or at least, it would behoove me to find out whether my local Y retained its Christian founding origins, or had morphed, over the years, into a facility with completely different aims. It would behoove me to find out if there was a difference between a Y deep in the Bible Belt and a Y in the liberal North. If I wrote a post called “Why We (Still) Lift Weights at Home” . . . well, you get the idea.

My main goal in writing my post was exactly what I stated: to encourage parents who are unhappy with home schooling to look into their actual, local schools, and not make assumptions based on what they’ve heard or on what they remember about their own childhoods. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve talked to parents who say, “I finally bit the bullet and registered my kids in a brick-and-mortal school — and I was shocked at how decent everyone is.” I keep hearing, “Don’t ask me what horrible thing I was expecting, but it was nothing like what I was expecting. It was actually . . . a good school, with good teachers.”

Where would they learn to expect otherwise? Well, from their own experiences, for one thing. From actual bad schools, certainly. And also from essays like Tom’s, which — with only the best intentions — encourage nervous parents to go ahead and listen to their fears.

Well, sometimes fear is telling the truth, folks, but sometimes it’s not. I remember how horrible it felt to be so afraid of school, and I remember how foolish I felt when I realized my fears were ungrounded. I’m hoping to spare other people the same difficulties. And that’s it!