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Occam’s Razor Meets iTunes

Posted By on August 12, 2008

I’ve had these ridiculous intermittent problems trying to burn CDs from iTunes. I had entirely different issues with other software, so I really wanted to get iTunes working correctly; but every time I tried to burn a CD, I got this message:

The attempt to burn a disc failed. An unknown error occurred (4280)

I went a long time without bothering to try to burn a CD, because it got so frustrating; but finally, my desire for a longer playlist overrode my frustration, and I sat down determined to find the problem and make every possible effort to fix it. After more attempts in the past than I can remember, I practically stumbled over what appears to be the solution.

I went to the help menu and choose diagnostics. From there, I chose CD diagnostics. I ran it, and read the resulting text. One little thing caught my eye: it only listed four burn speeds that my burner is set to burn. I’ve heard of trying to burn too fast, but evidently I was trying to burn too slow (in an attempt to get a burn that my boombox could read). I found the lowest speed that my burner can burn that iTunes also has a setting for, and selected that speed. Now everything is working.

Sometimes the simplest solution really is the best one.

Daily Bread

Posted By on August 2, 2008

A thought:
How often do I say “Give us this day our daily bread”?
How often do I go to daily Mass and receive Communion?

Hm. Maybe I need to work on that.

Note to Hypertot

Posted By on July 24, 2008

Convention holds that the “magic word” is please, not abracadabra. Really.

Says my daughter:

Posted By on July 15, 2008

The pro-abortion people say that denying abortion makes women slaves to their uterus; but abortion makes them slaves to their vaginas.

There’s nothing I can add.

Two Scenes

Posted By on July 10, 2008

Picture, if you will, two scenes.

In the first, Jesus is invited to the home of a Pharisee, where a notorious sinner cries on his feet in repentence, wipes them with her hair, and anoints them with oil. The Pharisee says to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know who and what sort of woman this is who is touching him, that she is a sinner.”

In the second, a worshiper is at Mass and notices that the young woman in front of her is wearing skimpy clothing. Snide comments cross her mind, and she wonders why the priest doesn’t do something about the way people dress for Mass.

In the first scene, I bet most people see the sinner as representing us. We are sinners, we can’t deny it; and we want to repent as wholeheartedly as this woman. We love Jesus, and we know that the Pharisee is wrong to judge Jesus for loving this sinner.

But if you see yourself as the worshiper in the second scene then maybe, like me, you’ve been casting yourself as the wrong character in the first scene.

Here’s a Campaign Promise I Can Believe

Posted By on July 9, 2008

Obama promises not to be moderate or act on the needs of the majority of the country.

Detachment Parenting

Posted By on July 5, 2008

I have a twelve-year-old daughter who is a firm believer in Attachment Parenting. She reserves the right to hold the household baby at any time that a) she wants to, or b) there is something else I want her to do. If neither of those circumstances exists, it is her responsibility to make absolutely sure that I am holding him. Especially if I’m eating, typing, or using the bathroom.

Attachment Parenting, you see, is a parenting philosophy based on the concept that a baby must be held or cuddled at all times, preferably with expensive devices. The most important of these devices is called a Sling. It is a piece of fabric that can be very attractive and/or cute, which holds the baby on the mother (this is called “Baby Wearing”) so that the mother can cuddle the child when she is not in the mood for skin or eye contact. The second part of this parenting method is what occurs during sleep time, called Co-Sleeping. This involves having the baby act as a method of birth control, sleeping between Mommy and Daddy, so that Mommy does not have to wake up or give the child any conscious attention while nourishing the baby during the night. For parents who have what is known as Lactational Amenorrhea (the cessation of fertility that some breastfeeding mothers experience), this birth control is not necessary. In this case, an optional device may be used, a special cradle that attaches to the side of the bed for Co-Sleeping, so that baby may be considered to be in the same bed, without lying between his parents, and without suffering the indignity of being in a cradle separated from the adult bed by two inches.

Despite my daughter’s strong feelings on the subject, I do not feel I can live up to the ideals of Attachment Parenting. For one thing, I only own one sling. Although I very much enjoy using it for outings, I don’t get out much, and frankly I find it easier to hold my little son in my arms. I worry a little that I’m doing him psychological damage by allowing him so much contact without the aid of the device, but the truth is I’m behind on laundry, and I can’t really afford a second sling. Besides, despite the distance it puts between our bodies, we just enjoy playing “Super Baby” too much to stop.

As for Co-Sleeping, a third person would never fit on our full-size mattress, and I have a perfectly good handmade wooden cradle right beside my side of the bed. I just can’t bring myself to toss it out.

Oh, there are other things, too. Like the fact that my husband likes holding the baby also, and I have this pernicious idea that it might be good for both of them to form a relationship; or the fact that I have a preschooler and a toddler who also want Mommy time. Or the niggling worry at the back of my mind that maybe, just maybe, love and good instincts might do more good than a book or a method.

So here I am, feeling guilty because so many people have said that Attachment Parenting is the most loving, best, most psychologically uplifting method of baby rearing, and I just can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t seem to convince myself that the quality of parenting depends on what devices you use. And most of all, I can’t seem to accept the idea that I have to be the best, or that I have to have the approval of a group of people or a book, to be a good and loving parent.

I finally came up with something that alleviates my worry about inferior upbringing: just find a new method… or in the absence of one that fits us, make one up! Thus was born Detachment Parenting. The idea behind this method is that many parents have to make their methods of parenting fit their lives rather than a book, and that Nature did a pretty good job teaching most of us how to love our little ones. It is based on the rebellious notion that my skin is just as cozy as a sling, and that I may as well wake up when I feed the baby in the middle of the night. It centers on the notion that when a book supplants common sense, whether the book demands Baby Wearing and Co-Sleeping, or on the other end of the spectrum, Feeding Schedules and Discipline, the middle ground might just give a baby what he needs, and give the rest of the family what they need, too. It doesn’t give the same level of confidence that knowing you’ve followed all the rules of your chosen method gives; but it gives parents the chance to use their own minds and hearts in figuring out how to meet the individual needs of real people. And in the final analysis, babies aren’t theories or methods… they really are people.

Maybe I’m a hypocrite.

Posted By on July 4, 2008

It’s a holiday weekend, and you know what that means: Coasties. Now don’t get me wrong, some Coasties are nice. Take Aunt Betsy, for example. She’s genuinely pleasant, fun, polite, and good company. Of course, I don’t think she’s a native of Seattle, so maybe it doesn’t count. At any rate, every holiday weekend our town is overrun by people from Seattle who don’t work from the same example as Betsy. They throw their burning cigarettes onto the local dry lawns. They break into local cars, they flip off local workers, they cut off local drivers, and they smirk at how clever they are. Haw, haw, haw… the local yokels hain’t never seen a middle finger before. How very cleeeever!

The thing is, I know where they’re coming from. They think that because they make more money than us, they must be far wittier, smarter, and all-around superior to the hicks who run their holiday playground. Never mind the question it begs: if they make twice the money and it costs three times as much to live there, who’s really smarter?

It doesn’t seem to occur to them that this isn’t just their playground; it’s our home. How would they feel if we treated their home that way?

But then yesterday, I realized maybe I’m being hypocritical about the whole thing, expecting them to act like Brownsiders while they’re here. After all, I don’t act like a Coastie when I visit there. I’m polite and I drive well, even when I visit Seattle. So maybe I’m just as bad as they are, acting like a Brownsider when I visit the West Side.

Tell ya what. If I start cussing and driving like a maniac when I’m over there, will you folks start behaving like civilized human beings when you’re here?

The Death of Inconvenience

Posted By on June 27, 2008

Today I was greeted at the entrance to the store by a man seeking petition signatures to get items on the ballot. One of them was called “Death with dignity.” I cringe even thinking about what it means. “If you have any dignity, you’ll off yourself when you become inconvenient.”

If that sounds cynical, ask yourself what the message of abortion on demand is. Take a refresher course on the Michael Schiavo School of Disability Management. Let’s face it, those who are not 100% self-reliant are treated like parasites on society, no thought given to their past or future accomplishments, or to the fact that by the very fact of their life they have dignity.

So we call it “choice” and kill inconvenient babies. We call it “dignity” and hurry the elderly on their way. We call it “right to die,” and we decide for the disabled that they can’t really want to live. And we pat ourselves on the back for having brought ourselves to this advanced, modern, humanist way of thinking. We value humans so much that we convince ourselves that the ones who don’t have any value should be gone to help those who do have value to have a better human existence. Not only that, but we then go on to convince ourselves it’s a kindness we have done.

All of this reminds me of the quote attributed to Ben Franklin, that democracy is two wolves and a sheep deciding what’s for dinner. We cannot truly call ourselves enlightened until we start caring about the needs of the sheep.

More on History Odyssey

Posted By on June 21, 2008

I’m posting again on History Odyssey, because two people left questions about it it the comments. Now that I’ve had a little experience it’s time for the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Well, the bad isn’t terribly bad. So I’ll start there. Basically, it does require preparation in the sense that you kind of need to have all of the spine materials before you start. It is rather hard to get off to a good start while buying the materials piecemeal. The timeline can be a pain to make, so it might be worth buying one, even though it feels like a waste of money. For all these reasons, I have to admit that I haven’t gotten very far in the program yet.

The good is that what we have done has gone smoothly. The organization of it is every bit as good as I had initially thought. Because it’s so well organized, it is fairly easy to supplement with discussions, web pages, and anything else that suits the subject at hand. One thing I’d like to see added is suggested vocabulary words. Also, I would recommend that parents using this program have at least some of the materials covered at least some of the time as read aloud. Not only does this give some extra together time, but it gives you a chance to answer questions as they come up rather than later. The Story of Mankind is a bit old, and the language somewhat archaic to modern middle schoolers, so covering some of it together takes the edge off, and can be a positive experience. It reads aloud well.

The ugly… well, I haven’t found any yet. I really like it so far. In answer to Nancy’s question, I have not found anything either pro- or anti-Catholic. I checked through TSOM, which looked like the spine material with the most opportunity for bias, and found none whatsoever. I jumped to the chapter on the reformation, and even that was extremely evenhanded. I literally could not tell what the author’s personal beliefs were in a religious sense. Naturally, I haven’t been through all of the side readings yet, but so far everything looks good.