23 October 2008

Miscellany I found in the news today

First an article about crib deaths due to faulty equipment
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/roseanne-colletti/crib-notes_b_137200.html

Next an article about Anthropologist Louise Lamphere's landmark legal case against Brown University and how she now is giving back to Brown... My only question is where did a college professor get that kind of money????

http://www.insidehighered.com/news/2008/10/23/brown

A hilarious website that uses Sarah Palin's voice against her...
http://pa.lindro.me/?w=4468

And just one more about my alma mater, a video for recruiting to Penn
http://www.duelingtampons.com/2008/10/penn-puts-out-great-video-for-prospects.html

15 October 2008

Bottled water has contaminants too, study finds (AP)

Here in Pound Ridge everyone has well water. One of the challenges of living here besides chronically dry skin is the fact that the water is undrinkable. We had it tested and discovered that it contains high levels of calcium and magnesium - a hardness of 11!!!!!! So we always drink bottled water because drinking tap water around here is like drinking milk of magnesia (at least I don't have to worry about my bone density!) Now, with this article, we have to buy the expensive stuff - We had been buying the Acadia because it was a full 50 cents a gallon cheaper but I guess you get what you pay for. Good old NYC water - I miss water that didn't turn my hair to orange frizz, age my skin 30 years with each shower (even my daughters need moisturizing and they are only 17 mos old), and that I could drink without getting disentary!!!!

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06 October 2008

Talking Hands Question Answered

Just to let all of you know that the sign spaceship belongs to the vehicle category - NOT airplane category of signs...
See http://commtechlab.msu.edu/sites/aslweb/browser.htm

SPACESHIP
The 3 handshape with the middle and index fingers pressed together is moved above the head from one side of the body to the other side. The handshape represents a vehicle and in this sign the vehicle is a spacecraft.

Good Read....

Well - I have finally been doing it! I have read four books in the past two months. Now this may sound like a lot or a little depending on who you are and your reading style. Before triplets, I used to "eat" books - a 3/4 books a week kind of person. One of the biggest downsides of motherhood for me has been the "Mommy brain". I don't know if this has to do with hormone levels or sleep deprivation or the need to be ever vigilant and notice details about your babies to keep them alive and safe but for the longest time (well over a year) I couldn't read more than the directions on a baby Tylenol box. I knew this was a serious problem when we got two cars when we moved here (a Honda Oddessey and a used Mercedes ) and I did not read the manuals before driving them. This was one of the things that I used to do - the result was that it took me over 15 minutes to figure out how to turn on the lights the first time I had to pick Steve up at the train station after dark.

Anyway, back to the point of this post - I just read Talking Hands by Margalit Fox. (http://www.talkinghandsbook.com/) It is a wonderful wonderful book. In my pre-Mommie days, I was a linguistic anthropologist but I was never overly interested in sign language. Yes, I knew that a lot of data about human language ability came from such studies but it just never really interested me. I wish I had this book when I was teaching intro to Linguistics. Fox, a journalist with degrees in Linguistics, tells a story of her visit to a Bedouin town in Israel where everyone - both deaf and hearing - signs a local sign language that is 70? years old. She tags along with a team of researchers who are documenting and studying this langauge. The book's chapters alternate between the story of her visit and the context of why what is being studied is significant. It covers all the major points of an introductory linguistics class - not in detail but at a high enough level that the reader can understand why such things are studied. If I ever teach that again, I have to remember to use this book. The main did-you-know-s I got out of this are:
1- There was a local signing community on Martha's Vineyard through the early part of the 20th century
2- Deaf people can get Broca's or Wernicke's aphasia in the same way that hearing people do save it is with their signs
3- I have to research this - in ASL, there are two categories of transportation, one for airplanes and one for everything else. So, is the Space Shuttle a kind of airplane? Or is it something else?

It was a great read. I felt like my brain was working again and all the topics that I used to love came back to me.




16 September 2008

11 September 2008

Is this my tiny baby?

Over the weekend we went to Wellesley, MA for a family lifecycle event. Steve's twin second cousins, Drew and Zach were making bar mitzvah. The whole clan came together for the occasion. It was good to see them. The speech made by Beth, the mother of the boys had me in happy tears. There she was watching them become "men" - in the sense of responsible to themselves and she did not know how it happened. I looked down at my three little dark curly heads and lost it. I am not ready for them to be independent big people. I do not know if I ever will be. Yes, it is annoying to have to carry Syd around all day long when she doesn't feel well. I do call her a "Diva". I already look at them and ask, "where are my babies?" They are all toddling - ready for shoes. I am not ready for them to get so big. While I marvel and enjoy every stride they make, after all they were two months premature and were not supposed to be so healthy. Do not get me wrong - I am grateful that they are so healthy, happy and developing at a normal pace. I am just not ready to send them out to explore the world. Yet, I know I have to.

At this same convocation of the Mann Clann, I spent some time speaking with the boys' aunt who has two children of her own - Emma and Izzie - two lovely, loving little girls. Like me, she thought she was going to go back to work as soon as the 3 months were up and then she couldn't bring herself to leave them. We had a long talk about how the two of - well-educated, feminist, professional women who do not know what to do with themselves because they NEED to be available for their babies.
In Liz's case, her girls are in the first and third grades. I have a long way to go till my role changes that much (thank goodness!) but I am still in that track.

I have full time help so leaving them would not be hard on them. It would be heart wrenching for me. While I sometimes toodle on the computer and pretend to ignore them for my own sanity (although I do not accomplish much), there isn't a meal that I do not know what they ate, a complaint that they have that I do not know about and a new accomplishment that I do not share. Just now, this writing was interrupted by Molly biting Gim and Mommie being called into service to kiss the boo-boo. I do not know how I could miss out on this...but that means I miss out on an outside life.

So what is a smart, independent, well-educated, professional woman to do?

I always said tongue-in-cheek that being pregnant and having a baby doesn't take all day. I was wrong. It is a primal, visceral thing that takes over your whole being the moment that those little unfocused eyes look into yours. The instant that little hot body is held next to you - you are done FOREVER. I didn't think it would be that way. I was never a "baby" person but having one or three changes EVERYTHING,

02 September 2008

Republicans and Women: the Sarah Palin Nomination

Well since everyone is talking about her and I am thinking about it, I decided to muse aloud to my audience. Having my daughters has changed a whole lot of how I think.

First off, I must publicly announce that I used to be a Republican. I was a Reagan Republican until about 9-10 years ago. Yes, my leaving the Republican party coincided with my marriage but it also coincided with the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton. I was a Republican because they represented the class (the self-made and parentally-made wealthy) to which I aspired. I enjoyed Nancy Reagan's Galanos gowns and classic suits. I enjoyed the gentility and self-reliance that being Republican embodied. Then came the Monica Lewinsky brou-ha-ha. I was and am still appalled. How anyone could call themselves gentlepersons and publicly probe into an indiscretion such as that is beyond me? The men who called themselves Republicans were no gentlemen. They were abusive to women. Their probe did not hurt President Clinton - it hurt the women around him - his wife, his underage daughter and that foolish young woman who let herself be seduced by a handsome, powerful man. When this happened, I could not longer associate with people that had such poor manners and morals. I resigned from the party.
Now we have the Republicans bringing up a woman as an equal - part of the party- ready to serve with the same good ole boys that humiliated those other innocent women. Yes, she is tough - she hunts moose and handles firearms well - but the other thing about her is that she is a wife and mother with strong ties to her children and husband. I think to myself - how could she be part of them? Those who have no respect for family privacy. Her life has already been torn open for all to see - the deficits of her youngest child - the foibles of her eldest. It is one thing to risk yourself in the political arena but to risk your children is not acceptable to me. I am in agreement with Sen. Obama in saying that one's children were off limits in the political arena. One's children should always be off limits to outsiders. We are there to protect them in every possible way no matter what it means to our own hopes, dreams and safety.

Now this is why the Sarah Palin nomination confuses me. On one hand, she waves the pro-life flag pointing to her youngest as a gift from G-d that others would have aborted. On the other, she volunteers to leave him at the tender age of 5 months to go on the campaign trail. My daughters are now almost 16 months old and I have been away from them for exactly one night and I could not wait to get back to them.
As Gov. Palin is being set up as the poster mom for the Pro-life movement, I should be set up right next to her on the opposite side. I did not marry until late in life when my fertility was already waning. It isn't that I didn't want to marry - it just did not happen. From practically the moment we agreed to marry, my husband and I tried to conceive. We tried on our own for a year and then went to the doctor... and went to the doctor...and went to the doctor. We spent literally thousands of dollars trying to have a baby with multiple miscarriages and heartache. On our final try, we hit the jackpot - I had three thriving embryos. All the medical personnel tried to convince me that I should reduce the pregnancy to two or one. (this is dr-speak for partially aborting a multiple pregnancy). I refused. I refused not because I do not believe in abortion but because I knew I would not be able to live with myself if I had ended one of their lives. To think of who might be missing now is horrifying. It was my job to bring them into this world - healthy. I went though almost 5 months of bedrest to bring them here and it was worth it. I understand how others might have made different choices along the decision tree- some women would have quit trying with the first HSG test - others when they had to give themselves shots every night - others when they had to have anesthesia for retrieval - others on the first failure ... I also understand how someone might not want triplets and would reduce - both for her own health and for the health of the baby/ies as well as for the ability to care for the children once they are born. It isn't easy taking care of triplets. It is a very PERSONAL decision and no woman or man should or can tell another what it right - it is from inside the mother and it is among her, her children and her G-d. You cannot legislate that feeling nor should you. That is where the my choice in Pro-choice comes from - you have to listen to your heart tell you what is right. A law is not going to tell you that. In the case of Mrs. Palin, she seems very gung ho about bringing life into this world - and that is to be applauded. In my opinion she does not treat that life once it gets here as preciously as I would. If so, she would not allow her children be the subject of public speculation - she would not/could not leave her youngest to be on the campaign trail or even risk her milk supply by volunteering for such physical hardship as campaigning. How am I supposed to entrust my country to her when she isn't even protecting her own babies ? I just can't...

28 August 2008

Does your child sign in French?

As the mother of triplets, I belong to a bunch of different elists for the exchange of information about raising multiples. One particularly active list is the MMOTC - the Manhattan Mothers of Twins Club (http://www.manhattantwinsclub.com/) A recent thread in the discussion had to do with one mother being made to feel as if she were not doing enough for her children because she hadn't been taking them to language classes. The other mother (of a singleton I might add) said that her little one was three and already spoke three languages and was signing. This woman posted to the group to see if she was ready to be reported to child protective services for not giving her children language lessons. I was pleased to see that the group was very supportive of her; they said that every family has their own priorities and values and she should go with what she feels. As a Linguistic Anthropologist, I had to add my two cents to the discussion. Here is what I said...

"Yes, the best time to teach a child multiple languages is when they are learning the first one. However, given the risk of language acquisition delay in multiples, partially because of the development of their own “twin” language which is not well understood although well documented, I think trying to teach them multiple languages when you are not multi-lingual at home is playing with fire. All the studies say that children raised in multilingual environments have some language delay but they catch up by school age, speaking both languages fluently. If you add that to the risk of language delay found in multiples to begin with and the competitive nature of schools in NYC, this is just creating a problem where there does not need to be one. In the US, we are so English-oriented that there is no reason to feel that your children will be disadvantaged if they do not speak three languages by the time they hit first grade. You can enrich them with music, art, swimming and interpersonal skills without messing around with their first language acquisition task. So, I am not taking my girls to French class and they are not even going to watch Maya y Miguel. If you do speak more than one language at home, I would say do not change your pattern. Learning more than one “mother tongue” is great. However, without the children being multiples, you would expect there to be a language delay when there is more than one language in the home. This is perfectly ok but you have to be prepared for it. They sort of speak the languages together for a while and then all of a sudden they differentiate the languages and speak grammatically in both. It is an amazing process that is imperfectly understood. The good news is that their brains know what they are doing so you don’t really have to do anything but watch in amazement. However, you can’t expect them to be totally on target for language development. When they are tested, you need to let them know that another language is being spoken at home. If they say it has no impact on language acquisition, take them elsewhere. The people doing the test do not know what they are doing. "

I got several private emails thanking me for my response but one mom was still concerned because she was speaking English, her nanny was speaking Spanish and they had taught the twins Baby Sign Language. I guess I needed to allay her fears that like the rest of us she had done something to damage her children. This is my summary -

"This is what we know for sure:-
Children are wired at birth to learn languages - any and all human languages-
Deaf children if not taught sign language will develop their own-
Multiple birth children will develop a means of communicating amongst themselves even before they acquire the adult languages.
Multiple languages spoken in the home delay full language acquisition of all the languages but it happens eventually and fully in each of the languages.
There is no definitive research that says one way or another about the mix.

I think that language lessons to teach small children are not necessary and bordering on counterproductive. If you aren't speaking the language in the home, then it is not developing first language acquisition the way the children are wired to do so. There are different processes at work when you learn your first language(s) and subsequent languages. That is one of the reasons why it is harder for adults to learn a language. (There are others) Language lessons to small children use the second language acquisition paradigm and that to me is not what you need to do to help your kids.
If our babies were developing 50 -60 -70 years ago, I wouldn't think this would be an issue - if a kid didn't talk until s/he was 3, they would have thought that s/he was just quiet. Now, everyone is tested, tested, tested and the competition to get into pre-school is great. Yes, there are a great many things that are caught early which is wonderful. However, the competition makes any delay in anything, even if it is within normal range but at an extreme will put the children at a disadvantage. Many of our (multiple birth) children were premature putting them at risk for delays to begin with. In addition, the nature of the multiple sibling relationship gives them the opportunity to develop their own sign language and spoken language which do not get counted in the testing except as a negative. It is for these reasons that I am not and will not give my girls language lessons until they have reached school age.That being said, I do wish that we spoke another language in our house."

27 August 2008

Mike Wesch on Teaching

The more I see of his work, the more I am impressed by him.... A really smart guy -
Here he echoes my frustrations with teaching and then offers a solution:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4yApagnr0s&feature=user

21 August 2008

Anthropology in PC World

Finally what I have been saying all these years is becoming commonplace!!!!


Anthropology's Technology-driven Renaissance - Ken Banks
http://www.pcworld.com/businesscenter/article/148564/anthropologys_technolog

07 August 2008

A Day at the Pediatrician

They say that among a woman's great loves are her obstetrician and the pediatrician for her children. My obstetrician was Terri Edersheim MD at Cornell. I adore her. How could I not? - it is not every day that you find another person with your exact personality. She kept me and my babies safe. My other love is our pediatrician, Michael Rosenbaum MD We saw him yesterday for the babies' 15 month check up. Now for a parent of a singleton, this is put child in carseat - drive to doctor - park - put child in stroller and wait - see doctor for 15 - 20 minutes - get shot - pay leave. This can all take an hour or less. With triplets this is a carefully orchestrated excursion.
First, the night before, the diaper bag must be packed to include at least 6 diapers, wipes, burp clothes, a change of clothes or 3, toys, and binkies. The morning of the appointment food and drinks must be added to the diaper bag. Once that is done, all three have to be cleaned and dressed. Now this doesn't sound like a lot but usually by the time the third one is done, the first one has a dirty diaper and you have to start again.
Next the car has to be loaded. This means that the stroller has to be put in the back, the children in their car seats with toys and appropriate food or drink. People with single babies think, what is she talking about putting the stroller in the car? You just fold it and toss it in the trunk. This is what we are talking about http://www.bergdesign.net/runabout.htm To get it in the back of a Honda Oddessey or a Toyota Siena, you have a choice of pushing the handle all the way down and thus removing the hand brake or taking off one of the wheels. Either way, this is not trivial. It isn't difficult but it is yet another task that eats in to the day. So, off we go. Now I voluntarily go to Dr. Rosenbaum in Manhattan. My rationale is that I know him and trust him. The only difference in going to a local doctor is the extra time spent in the car which is only important in emergencies and for that I have a wonderful pediatrician in Mt. Kisco, Dr. Jill Ratner at MKMG. I am willing to spend the extra 30 minutes in the car to go see Dr. Rosenbaum for monitoring my girls.
Well, once we get there, the stroller and stuff gets unloaded. The stroller is then reassembled and readied for the girls and we put them in. Hopefully it wasn't raining because the rain shield is yet another step that has to be performed. My wonderful nanny, Jo goes in to the doctor's office with the girls. We arrive exactly at noon for our appointment. I then go to put the car in a garage. I parked it on the street last time but arrived 5 minutes and $65 late so I now always put the car in the garage. It is question of being pennywise and pound foolish to street park the car.
When I get back to the doctor's office, everyone is waiting for me to begin. So Jo and I carry the girls into the exam room and the visit begins. It starts with stripping everyone down to the diaper while we are waiting. Just as an explosion is about to occur, the nurse comes in and the assembly line begins. First we have Giselle on the scale, remove her diaper and get her weight and hat size. I hand Jo Giselle for Molly and she puts Gim's diaper back on. We weigh and measure Molly and then we switch for Syd. Once everyone is weighed, we now have to get lengths (heights). This involves laying them flat on the table which they absolutely hate. There is something about that crinkly paper that sets them off. We go in order again so the nurse doesn't get the babies confused (this HAS happened and I had to have them re-do the measurements) and then we wait for the doctor.

The girls are still just in their diapers and they suspect they aren't going to like what is about to happen. It is also lunchtime and everyone is crabby when they are hungry. So we crack open the diaper bag for the sippies and crackers and the mood gets better.
Dr. R comes in and says that everyone is in the 50% for weight, Syd is 90% for height, Molly is 85% for height and Gim is 50% for height. This is reason to rejoice because these statistics are based on their unadjusted age for the second checkup in a row. This means that the babies although they were born two months early have grown enough outside the womb to be the same size of a full term baby. They have caught up!!!! So how big are they?
Giselle weighs 22lbs 4.5 oz, is 30" tall and has a hat size of 47.5cm. Molly is 22lb 5.5oz, 31" and 47 cm and La Syd is a whopping 22lbs 11 oz, 31.5" and 48 cm. At birth Giselle was the biggest and Molly was the smallest in all categories. They have come into their own now. He carefully examines each girl asking if there are any issues I want to talk about and we do. He then gives us his what to expect in the coming months speech and also suggests that we save the word "NO" for only important, life threatening issues. We had been doing that already but it was good to hear that. He then says they are slated for their Hep B and MMR shots today. I then ask if it would be possible to split up the MMR shot. I am concerned about immune issues with all of them as their Dad has juvenile diabetes and Giselle has already had an immune reaction to bug bites. He agrees to cede to my wishes although he emphasizes that there have been no positive correlations to autism in the literature - I remind him about the auto-immune issues that they might have and he again says - Ah! I will cede to your wishes on this. We can make up the Mumps and Rubella later.
So now we get the girls dressed and WAIT. It takes at least another half hour for the nurse to calculate the doses, document and draw the 6 syringes for the girls. They are now really hungry so we are feeding them the remainder of the food that we have brought with us. They have already finished the milk and are now working on the water. The nurse finally comes in and we begin.
She asks me the name of the child - we start with Giselle again. Gimme is sitting in my lap and I am expecting to hold her leg as I have for the past year. The nurse says no - we are putting them in their arms now that they older because it is so much safer. I put my arms around Giselle holding her right arm inside my arms and holding her left hand out straight fingers entwined with mine. As the nurse gives her the shot, I start to cry. Not because she is hurting my child but because my child is so grown up. She isn't that tiny 3lb 11oz newborn anymore and it happened all too fast. I feel like I have gone through this year in a haze - like a dream sequence in a movie. I apologize and quickly stop crying because I do not want to scare the babies besides Giselle is crying from the pain. I hold her and comfort her. Once she stops crying, I switch for Molly. I tell her Molly is my "tough broad" and we begin the same procedure but she fights it and the nurse remarks at how strong she is. Molly cries too and I cuddle and console her and then last but not least it is Syd's turn. All my girls have been protected against Measles and Hepatitis B.

Jo and I pack everyone up. As Jo is loading the last child, I go to check out and make an appointment in November. We are now ready to leave. It is now almost 2pm. We have a few things to pick up. Most important of all we have to feed the girls and ourselves - we all are starving. I get cheese and bagels at the Bagel Basket http://www.thebagelbasketofny.com/ It feels so good to be in a place where everyone knows us and wishes us well. I am not saying that the people where we live aren't nice. I am saying it just feels more "homey" on the Upper West Side.
So it is now almost three and we now pile everyone back in the car and go home. The girls crash on the way home. When we arrive, it is almost 4:30 and it is dinner time. They are all feverish from their shots so they get some Motrin, dinner, bath and bed. They sleep until 7am this morning. Thus goes my day at the pediatrician.

31 July 2008

Anthropologists at Work: Ethnography in American Corporations

Before I was a Mommy, I worked as a Business Analyst, Project Manager and Business Ethnographer. The interview I posted below is reminiscent of my Masters' Thesis
which I submitted in 2004. (the title of this post links to it if anyone is interested)
I think I began work on it at least 8 years earlier (1996?) but again, to quote the late John Lennon, "Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans" I know I met, married my husband and moved three times before the thesis was finally submitted but at least I did it.

So here are my words that are now echoing throughout business these days. I just wonder what my next steps should be.

Business Ethnography

Michael Krigsman's interview with Natalie Hanson, Corporate Anthropologist gives a good introduction to how IT can use Ethnography.


http://blogs.zdnet.com/projectfailures/?p=906

Thanks Natalie and Michael... I couldn't have said it better myself.

30 July 2008

Applying to College

A Lightbulb Moment
In addition to my three one year olds, I have a seventeen year old stepson. He has spent summers and vacations with me since he was five so my concerns and cares for him have been that of a second mother or as I like to call it - THE MOTHER OF THE NEW YORK HOUSE. He is at that awful stage where he knows his future is going to unfold in a short time and doesn't really want it to happen. He is fighting it tooth and nail. He is a baby yet - not much more mature than the girlies in some ways - but he is living in a grown man's body. It is confusing for me in talking to him. I can only imagine how confusing it is for him.

Since his entry to the ninth grade, his Dad and I have been trying to get him to pay attention to school and start to think about what he needs to do to go to a good college. We are perhaps overzealous in this matter but that is a function of how over-educated we are. He went through high school doing as much as he had to in order to get by, despite getting the riot act read to him regularly by his father and myself. It was part laziness, part fear of success, part 'its-not-cool-to-be-smart' and part something else that I still do not understand. For me it was frustrating and painful to see someone with so much potential avoiding success. Well, this past year he finally woke up - a bit late I would say, but better late than never. So he now knows that his grades the first trimester have to really shine - There will be no - "Pass me, I'm a senior" or taking jewelry making to finish up high school. He has a full course load.



He arrived for probably his last summer vacation with us in June and has spent the summer eating, sleeping (there should be an Olympic event in Beijing just for him), working out at the gym, playing hockey in a local men's league(he managed to arrange this from his other home in the midwest, proving that he is very capable when he wants to be), listening to his iPod, and watching TV. Yes, I described the characature teenager. I don't remember being like this but I guess I must have been...



All summer we have been pushing him to make his penultimate list of college choices, so he can start making application before he goes back to school. We explained that applying to college can be a full time job and since he has left himself in the position of having to work hard the trimester when the applications need to be done, he should get an early start. This of course has been met with major push back from him. We hired an essay coach to help him with his essays. That was met with a fight but after he spoke to her, he realized that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. So at least he has started the essays.

This morning he mentioned how fast the summer has passed - that it was almost August. That clicked in my head that college applications are usually available August 1 for the following year in order to give applicants 3 months to fill out the application by the Nov 1 deadline for early decision. I suggested that he just open the application files at the list of schools he has selected and fill in the forms. It takes a whole lot of time even with the Common Application to fill out your name, address, school name and address, parents names, etc. for more than one or two schools. His list is about 7 -10 schools for now. He kept insisting that he couldn't do that until he completed his first trimester because he wanted to show the schools that he could do better and was applying himself. This battle has been waging since June when he arrived here in NY. Finally, I showed him on the common app website and on another college website that he could enter the information without sending his grades. I had to clearly state that it would be illegal for his High School to send a copy of his transcript without him specifically requesting that they send his grades. In this information age, he thought that his information would be laid bare to all the schools instantly once he opened an online application dialogue. This was his lightbulb moment...it was only when I read him the directions from the websites that he finally agreed that I was right. He COULD fill out the forms without having his transcript sent.
I feel like my battle has been won but I am still exhausted...

29 July 2008

You Can't Please Everybody or Sometimes Anybody

Part observation on human nature and part rant

As my bio suggests to those who do not know me, I had a very busy full life before I got pregnant with my daughters. I was in graduate school, getting my PhD in Anthropology. I was teaching as an adjunct at Montclair State University AND at Hunter College. I also did some IT/Management consulting as the work came along. I was a busy person.

One of my activities was the formation of a local association of Practicing Anthropologists, NYAPA. It came about when I was at the American Anthropological Association (http://www.aaanet.org/) meeting in 2005. The national group, NAPA (http://www.practicinganthropology.org/about/), had a booth and was handing out literature about local practitioner organizations. I innocently asked, "Is there one in New York City?" I figured there had to be one because of all the business, medical research, international organizations that exist in New York. I got a funny answer - "Well, there used to be a group but there isn't one now. Would you like to help organize one? We can get you lists of national members by zip code." In my innocence, I said "Sure".

So I sent out flyers to the entire mailing list and each of the local graduate programs in the area asking them to post them on bulletin boards and their own elists. Our first meeting was held in conjunction with the Society of the Anthropology of North America (SANA) meetings. http://sananet.org/ A bunch of people gave presentations on their work and we held an organizational meeting right after. We had two or three more meetings after that, with me being the driver/organizer and then I got pregnant. . . . .
I was on bed rest for about 4 months (Feb - May 2007) and then the babies were here so I have been pretty much out of commission until very recently. In my absence, there was no activity - perhaps one meeting that I had arranged for from home. Well, in February, I woke up to getting back to the real world and decided to try to revive this group. So in February/March, I put out a call for suggestions for office space or meeting places (cafes, restaurants, etc.) and for someone else to help out with the arrangements - take over in other words.

Let me make this clear - this organization is NOT an ego trip of mine that I MUST do everything. I would be more than happy, even grateful if someone else would do something. If we held officer elections today and I wasn't elected, I would feel satisfied that I had taken the organization to where it needed to be - all grown up and independent. Now that isn't to say I wouldn't feel sad if I weren't elected or honored if I were... just that I don't have any particular attachment to driving the organization's activities myself.

Well after much discussion in March, nothing happened because I moved and there was no clear place to hold the meeting. The same thing happened again in May - lots of talk but absolutely no action on anyone's part. I tried a third time and this time someone suggested a place - NOTE - only ONE person suggested a venue out of over 4o people. So since that was the only suggestion, we went with it and tried to have a networking meeting last week. Well, we did have a networking meeting of 6 people when 10 RSVP'd. Two cancelled that day - after all people do have a life!!!!
We met at a place that could accomodate a large group without much trouble. It wasn't very expensive - we ordered wine and it was still $20 a person for dinner - a manageable amount even for a student, especially in Manhattan where buying a deli sandwich and a soda can be over $10.
The only thing that I didn't count on was the indifference of the Host at the restaurant. Apparently, there were people who showed up that couldn't find us. They asked the host and he said we were somewhere (this was after he told us where to stand). Yes, it was a crowded, loud, touristy restaurant. But it was relatively quiet when we sat down and we actually got to talk about our lives and our work. It was a good exchange for those of us at the table. All left saying we should do this again in September.
Well, the aftermath was not so rosy. Since then, I have gotten several irate and bordering on nasty emails about not being able to find our group. The gist of the messages has been that the organization was too disorganized and that they would not even dream of trying to go to another meeting. There was also a complaint that they offered their help to the "organization" several times and never heard back. At first I felt really awful that people showed up and couldn't find us. I still feel bad about it - the environment should be welcoming and accessible for idea exchange.

Now as the complaints are coming in, I am getting a little defensive myself. I am volunteering to help organize this. (note the operative word HELP) There isn't some paid staff to do all the work. It is me... and me alone. Criticism that is usually lodged at a nameless, faceless organization is coming directly at me and it is hurting my feelings. OK, so now what do I do? Well the only thing I can do is chalk it up to human nature, grow a thicker skin and get on to planning the next meeting...

25 July 2008

Mirror Project

Since I have triplets, I follow all things multiple. This was a recent improv project in NYC.





http://improveverywhere.com/2008/07/06/human-mirror/

15 July 2008

Shopping again

I know that I only seem to post about shopping but that seems to me the major activity around here. All I do is shop and laundry and cook and eat. No wonder people in the burbs are fat! (I still have 15 or so baby weight pounds to lose but that is a whole other post)

So what did I do so far today?
I took the list off the fridge and then I went through it assigning each item to the store that I thought I could find it in - Costco, Mrs Green's (the organic market) or ShopRite. Now I am wracking my brain, should I go to Costco before ShopRite or should Costco wait until Thursday. My overriding question is - what if Costco doesn't have waxed paper? or deoderant? or shaving cream? Then I will have to go back to the supermarket.
I long for the days when shopping was something you did on the way to something or on the way home from some activity. Now, it is my day's activity...
How did this happen to me?

What happened to movies? What happened to museums? What happened to real life?
I know I have three babies (14 month old triplet daughters) but shopping is not the only thing there is in life. On Sunday to make my 17 year old stepson less bored, we took him to the mall in Stamford. This was after we passed up looking at the galleries in Silvermine. We chose athletic shoes and sold out iPhones over art!!!! This is not who I am or at least who I was?

My husband said to me this morning when I told him I was going shopping to buy myself something pretty. After searching for kosher organic chicken and meat, I don't have the cycles to look for clothes or shoes or even a purse. I miss going down the block and just picking out food at the Kosher Marketplace. If they didn't have it or if I felt frugal, I would walk the extra two blocks and go to Supersol and then pick up bagels (real ones not the H&H hyped ones) and cheese at the Bagel Basket. I would treat myself to a cinnamon bun if I felt like splurging. Then there was always a Fresh Direct order or a quick run to Food Emporium for everything else and then if I forgot something, I could go to PriceWise....at any time of the day or night.

All this would be done while walking - with a stroller or without... I miss walking. There is not much to see in this development - yes the houses are pretty. There is a whole lot of nature and the circles under my eyes are much better and Syd doesn't cough so much anymore. In Manhattan, you could always go for a walk and see things and people you never saw before. Here you see deer, wild turkeys and little turklets... cute but how many can you see before the novelty wears off.

There was never a time to feel alone. You were never alone. Not that I feel alone here but I do feel lonely. My world has contracted to an inner circle of mostly toothless, wordless little people. I love them with all my heart but I miss the rush of seeing something new and feeling in touch with the world at all times. It is making me very nervous.

24 June 2008

Susan at Costco

Last Friday I went to Costco. For those of you who don't know me, I don't belong in Costco...For discount shopping, I belong in Pricewise on the UWS, a small store on 14th Street a stall in Chinatown, Daffy's or Filene's Basement - Not Costco.

The trip started with me angle parking the car, getting out and locating a cart. On the way in I thought, do I have my membership card with me? I stopped just outside the entrance to check while a herd of stretch-pant clad women almost flatten me. I put everything away and walk in.

As I enter, the "guard" barks at me, "WHERE IS YOUR CARD? I HAVE TO SEE YOUR MEMBERSHIP CARD... YOU CAN'T COME IN WITHOUT YOUR CARD" I get all flustered because I have been to Costco at least three times before and noone has ever asked me for a card until I went to check out. I start to sputter... A blonde woman with a pageboy hairdo and expensive loafers walks by with her card out with a knowing smile and says "Yes, you ALWAYS have to show your card!!!" I finally manage to retrieve it from my purse and show it to him.
I think - "What do I need to show the card for? What am I going to do in here without a card? Am I going to steal a huge box of Cheerios? What if I lost it/forgot it? Would they not replace it or give me a temporary card? What kind of customer service is this?"
If this was the city, I would have called the manager for being treated so roughly. I am disgruntled but I have to buy my huge size of Oxy. (when you have 13 month old triplets, Oxy is your best friend - so much so that you call it Oxy instead of OxyClean...)

I have my cart and start walking through the aisles. I look around at the people in the store. Most of them look old - older than their years. Many of them are in ill health. There is even a man in motorized chair. I wonder why are they here? Then I wonder why am I here? Oh yes to get the huge size of Oxy...Am I like these people? What has become of me?

I then pass through the center of the store and see the most amazing display. Next to the patio furniture, the grills, the charcoal briquets and starter fluid, there is a pallet of fireworks. It is almost up to the ceiling. What is it doing there? Aren't fireworks illegal? Oh, I am in Connecticut. They must be legal here but just 12 miles away in New York they aren't. This is confusing... Why are they next to the grills and starter fluid? Isn't that dangerous? Noone else seems to notice.

I really don't belong here....but I have to learn how to fit in... So, I continue my shopping thinking - I hate this but I don't know where else to get this stuff. I also hate to admit it but the Kirkland paper towels are the best I have ever found. The girlies love the organic animal crackers and then there is the huge size of Oxy that you can't get anywhere but at Costco. And the Organic Whole Milk is $9.99 for a gallon and a half. That would be $13 elsewhere. So I decide to compromise. I load up the cart with enough stuff to last a month so I don't have to do this again real soon. There has to be some place up here where I belong...oh yes, it is that pretty house in Pound Ridge. It has three beautiful little girls, a wonderful woman from Trinidad who takes care of them, my husband, my stepson and two cairn terriers who don't get along. That is where I belong and why I am shopping at Costco...