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~Friday~  I caught the 8:58 #11 Avent Ferry city bus to Carmichael Gym on campus, where I transferred to the Wolfline #7 Wolflink Shuttle to get to the Butler Communications Building, where I had a 9:30-10:45 meeting.

When I boarded the city bus, two girls sitting across from me were mid-conversation, in which the one talking was telling the one listening about a place to eat with which the one listening wasn't familiar. The one talking repeated, "You've never been there???" Then she told her how cheap it was and began to describe what your choices of sides are with their combo, and in the category of recognizing cultural artifacts, as soon as she said, "And one of the choices of sides is a corn dog!" I instantly knew she was talking about Cook-Out®.

A little girl, and I mean a little girl, sat on her mother's lap in front of me, and she had a purse on her arm, and it made me think about society's messages about gender roles. I mean, really, a little girl so young she can't talk, with a purse? Why?

Little, little girl with a purse already


She was uttering some yet unintelligible words, and it made me think of this fascinating, fascinating TED talk I just watched called "The Birth of a Word," which is a 20-minute investment that I realize most people won't make. But, just as a teaser, this is what it's about:

MIT researcher Deb Roy wanted to understand how his infant son learned language -- so he wired up his house with video cameras to catch every moment (with exceptions) of his son's life, then parsed 90,000 hours of home video to watch "gaaaa" slowly turn into "water." Astonishing, data-rich research with deep implications for how we learn.


Perhaps that little girl's mutterings will eventually unfold into "purse," or if society's "capitalistic overlords" (Thanks, Scott!) get to her, it may even come out as "Prada."



Today I found out that the little bit of money—just under $40,000—I left in my IBM pension plan when I left in September of 2008, isn't growing and won't ever grow. Two years of potential lost interest. Bastards.

Needless to say, I immediately fired off an e-mail to Nathan asking him to have a couple of options for what to do with it when we meet next week.

Waiting for the bus on the way home, I ran into Kevin, a flight attendant for American Airlines, who I've only pretty much ever seen in the bars, and at first we didn't say hello to each other, as seeing each other there was totally out of context and we weren't immediately sure each other was who we thought they were.



I got to The Borough at about 10:00 and took a seat at the bar next to Dougie (who's rarely out, and whom I haven't seen in quite a while), Keith (who lives above The Borough at The Dawson and is Tom's partner), and Gene (a.k.a. Haywood).

Shortly after that, Joe and Phil arrived, and later Santiago and his new boyfriend, Tony. And still later, Santiago's ex-partner, David, arrived along with Christina, a mutual friend of Santiago's, David's and mine from our days all working together at Broadreach Consulting some time in the mid-to-late 1990's. How last century.

Later yet in the evening, Santiago, Tony, David, and Christina were heading over to Foundation (talk about a minimal website), and they coaxed me into joining them. Twist my arm a millimeter why don't you. I've actually heard a lot about that bar, and all good, so I welcomed the chance to check it out with some folks.

Maple Old Fashioned: Evan Williams 1783 Bourbon, maple syrup, Fee Brothers Old Fashioned Bitters


In a rare event, I enjoyed a $9.00 bourbon drink, the Maple Old Fashioned, which was most delicious, but those of you who know me know I won't be frequenting a place with drinks at those prices. They had a $18 bourbon drink there, too, and some other drink, which I don't think was a bourbon drink, but which was $42.

The sound bite—from the short time we spent there—was, "Lick my carrot, but I'm warning you it tastes like an orange," which was said about a very, very thin curl of a garnish in my drink that looked like a carrot to me, but was really an orange.

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(Anonymous)
Mar. 20th, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC)
The Foundation
I went there with some DC outta towners. They were charmed. Yeah, welcome to the south, folks. Johnston County drinks like this aaalll the time. Out of jugs. With organic weeds stuck in there. LOL

Re your pension: that's capitalistic overlords for ya.

Ann

dailyafirmation
Mar. 20th, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
Re: The Foundation
Too funny! Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend!
(Anonymous)
Mar. 21st, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
Gender Roles
When my grandsons were born we never restricted "play" to only boy toys. They had trucks, blocks, dolls, and kitchen sets. Since my granddaughter was born she has been introduced to trucks, guns, rough and tumble play along with the girl toys. At a very young age, under a year old and before she could talk [side note: she learned to sign language before she learned to talk] she took to wanting to carry a purse and wear bracelets. Her parents did not force her to carry a purse. She actually began by carrying gift bags around on her arm, and we upgraded to a toy purse. With all that boy stuff around the house one would think we would have a little tomboy. She is beyond girly-girl. She is as prissy as they come. And comes by it instinctively. Rick and I have often discussed how she came to those "traits" naturally AND at such a young age! Amazes us. I really don't think it's necessarily the parents always pushing the gender role. Some parents, yes, of course are adamant that a boy will only have boy toys or vice versa for a girl. Yet somehow, a baby can on its own choose at an amazingly young age to carry a little purse or stuff toy cars in their pockets.

Of course, as a grandma, I can't deny that I enjoy every moment of her daintiness.
Kathy
dailyafirmation
Mar. 21st, 2011 01:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Gender Roles
Fascinating. Not having had kids or being around them, I don't understand a lot about how they work. :-) How does a child under a year old that can't talk articulate that they want to start wearing a purse? Is it simply by grabbing one and holding onto it? And how many times do they have to grab one before you know that they want to wear one as opposed to it just being "another shiny object?"

I'm not at all being sarcastic. I really am interested in how it all works, and intellectually, I'm wondering how much we, as adults, impose what we think a child at that age is doing/wanting. What are your thoughts on that?
(Anonymous)
Mar. 21st, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC)
overpriced drinks
I think some of those high fa-looting bourbons (and beers) could be interesting to try but it must be a special occasion. I've seen some $30 beers that look interesting. I did have $100 bottle of wine once. (No, I didn't pay for it and the person who served it did not pay that much for it when they bought it either). Was it good? YES! but only if you'd paid $20 and stuck in your cellar for 15 years. That being said maybe we need to have a bar crawl and sample expensive drinks (5 of you? and you are sharing 1 drink?):)
Phil
dailyafirmation
Mar. 21st, 2011 10:34 pm (UTC)
Re: overpriced drinks
Ha! I'm going to generously (cause that's how I am) assume that you spelled highfalutin like you for effect. :-)

Since my blog is ALL ABOUT ME, I didn't mention what the others drank. Actually, Tony I KNOW had his own drink, also in the price range of mine, but they had to substitute something close to the one he really wanted, because they were out of some ingredient.

And I'm PRETTY sure Santiago had something, perhaps a beer. I know that David and Christina didn't have anything.

I'd be game for a bar crawl like the one you suggest one day!

Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend!

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