She's No Lady

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Wordsmith Wednesday

Root:

bibo, bibere, bibi, bibitum - Latin (v) to drink

Derivatives:

imbibe - to drink in

winebibber - one who drinks wine, usually to excess

Because you always wanted to know:

1898 - At the Universal and Colonial Exhibition in Lyon in 1894, the entrance to the Michelin stand is decorated with two columns of tires piled high, prompting Édouard Michelin to remark "Give it some arms and legs and it would look like a man!" Soon afterwards, André Michelin conceives a character based on a sketch by the illustrator O'Galop, alias Marius Rossillon. His motto is "Nunc est Bibendum" a Latin verse from the poet Horace which means "Now is the time to drink!" and so in 1898 the "Michelin Man" was born in a series of posters which rapidly became famous and as familiar as the jovial character the French still call "Bibendum."

Bibendum's career as a public figure began in June when he starred as a cardboard cut-out, on the Michelin stand at the Paris Motor Show in the Tuileries Gardens, an imposing silhouette strategically placed to impress visitors. At his feet a phonograph broadcast a series of spoken messages, popular songs and operatic airs, interspersed with slogans vaunting the merits of Michelin tires. Visitors were hugely taken with the image of the cup of nails and shards of glass with which Bibendum quenched his inexhaustible thirst, the embodiment of a tire "gulping down obstacles", to the extent that for a while the rubber man was known as the "road drunkard."

At first the nail drinker had a variety of nicknames but had not been christened officially. This came about by a chance. A month later, that July competitor Léon Théry saw André Michelin driving up in his Panhard-Lavasseur to attend the Paris - Amsterdam - Paris race, and exclaimed "Hey, here comes Bibendum!" Michelin was so amused that he decided on the spot to appropriate the name for his publicity mascot.

Delighted by his mascot's growing popularity, André Michelin decided he would take the process a stage further at the Paris Cycle Show at the Champ de Mars that December. Bibendum would of course be present, but instead of using a phonograph, his voice would be produced by a fairground barker. He appointed one of his recent recruits, a young man called Patsy, to scout for the necessary talent, someone with the stentorian tones appropriate to such an imposing figure as the rubber man. Unaccustomed to head-hunting missions of this kind, Patsy's first idea was to stand around the Paris markets listening to the salesmen selling their wares. "Perfect Elocution" the boss had told him "Keen repartee.. Wit without vulgarity" A tall order indeed. After a days searching he still had nothing to show for his efforts.

Young Patsy was not one to be easily discouraged however and on reflection, he decided his best chance of finding the man he wanted lay in doing the rounds of cabarets currently flourishing following the success of Rodolphe Salis's Chat Noir cabaret. Night after night he combed the streets of Montmartre and the Latin quarter until one evening he found himself at the Cabaret du Ciel at 53 Boulevard de Clichy, watching an act by two comedians disguised as preachers. Just what he was looking for!

And thus it was that a comedian-preacher was hired to lend his voice to Bibendum from 2pm to 5pm every day. The impersonation went so well that the massive crowd that gathered to watch and listen began to obstruct the view of the neighbouring stand - A rival tire company!

Since his conception in 1898, Bibendum has undergone many changes, he has lost a number of rubber rings, stopped smoking his cigar, changed his glasses, become less frightening, he has become fatter and then slimmer.

There is no end of poses and situations that he has been in. He is very much alive and well and is still one of the most recognisable and venerable advertising symbol in the world.

Text Credit Oliver Darmon - One Hundred Years of Michelin Man - Published October 1997

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

ADHD Overdose?

Catholic author, John Rosemund, was once a willing and active participant in what he now calls the ADHD Establishment. He readily and frequently dispensed the diagnosis of ADHD and its standard medications at the behest of parents and teachers, but now considers himself "reformed and repentant" regarding his former opinions.

In his book, The Diseasing of America's Children, Rosemund attempts to enlighten and empower parents by taking on the Establishment, exposing what he believes are myths which have led to excessive diagnosis and overmedication. He argues that no definitive biological basis has been discovered that would qualify ADHD [or its sister diagnoses of ODD (oppositional defiant disorder), EOBD (early onset biploar disorder), or PDD (pervasive developmental disorder)], as disease, yet they are given the status of disease. All diagnoses are purely symptomatic and the list of "symptoms" easily applies to a large segment of the population, particularly most boys under age 10 and nearly every toddler regardless of gender! Yet, this list remains the primary justification for medicating an extreme number of increasingly younger children.

Rosemund's arguments are detailed and convincing, citing numerous studies but, not surprisingly, I was on his side before I read it, so I wasn't exactly a hard-sell! In my admittedly limited experience as mother and teacher, I have seen wonders worked in "diagnosed" children by the simple application of clearly enforced boundaries, gracious discipline and high expectations. In the author's wider realm of experience, the removal of ADHD-inducing behaviors (regular TV and video game-playing) has also had profound effects on many children, in reducing or eliminating "symptoms."

He advocates significant environmental and philosophical shifts in parenting and education that will "cure" the "disease" in a vast majority of cases, and he provides substantial anecdotal evidence to corroborate his claims.

Mr. Rosemund addresses the issues intelligently, but not without considerable, and potentially misplaced, dogmatism, so if you choose to read the book, be prepared! He treats his recommendations for parents as absolute values when they might simply represent some of several effective, reasonable solutions. His traditional, no-nonsense approach to parenting might produce a desired behavioral result, but may not be the most Biblical approach and should therefore be modified accordingly.

Having said that, I still think this book should be required reading for every teacher and for parents of any child who has been diagnosed with ADHD, ODD, EOBD or PDD, as an alternative approach to medications whose long-term effects have yet to be determined.

Check it out.

Follow Me

And I will make you....? No, this is not a gospel invitation. But it is an invitation to click on that new link to the left...no, no...your other left...the one that says "FOLLOW" and you can publicly declare your allegiance to ME! Sweet, huh?

Just a little suggestion while I'm working on my next post.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Leisurely Woman's Daybook 18

Outside my window...the weather matches my mood. The pundits are predicting rain for most of the week.

From the kitchen...I'm anxious to try this variation on Rice Krispy Treats, as recommended by my friend, Annie.

Around the house...the garden needs to be cut to the ground for the winter. It's SUCH a mess!! I started the task this weekend and planned to finish this week, but with rain forecast through Wednesday, it just might have to wait! Oh, well.

I am thinking...that whoever invented Double Chocolate Coffee Oatmeal Breakfast Stout is a genius.

I am wearing...my favorite fall shoes: a pair of black suede slides with 4" heels. Comfy in spite of their height.

I am hearing...Red Molly, of course. I am addicted to their most recent album, Love & Other Tragedies. ;-) These gals are really talented. I would travel a good distance to see them live. They cover old bluegrass, rag, big band, obscure singer-songwriters and country standards, in addition to writing their own stuff. Each of them plays more than one instrument and they create all their own arrangements to fit their voices. My faves on this album include Honey on My Grave, Make Me Lonely Again, May I Suggest and Sentimental Gentleman. Most of their YouTube videos are not of professional quality, but I'm gonna share this one anyway. Even though the sound is poor, it showcases their tight harmonies.

I am reading...the 5th in the Binding of the Blade series...fantasy novels written by a teacher at my sons' school.

I am thankful...for my eldest son, Grant, who turned 16 yesterday. More to come on him later this week (but don't tell HIM that!).

Plans for my week...the whole week is geared toward getting ready for my annual trip to the lake with 8 girlfriends from church. Such a refreshing and relaxing time!

A photo/video I am sharing...Grant 5 years ago. He ASKED for a suit for his birthday. You know that made this momma happy!

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Sociology of Starbucks 1

The local Starbucks, it turns out, is a veritable playground for the latent anthropologist in all of us. Who needs a degree and an office with the famed psychiatrist's couch? You want to acquaint yourself with the mysteries of human nature? Just hang out at your neighborhood coffee joint for a spell.

As I sit here alone on the Starbucks patio drinking my bold black coffee, I become engaged by the human scenery. An elderly man, whose disheveled appearance and sun-weathered skin shout "VAGRANT!", rummages through his timeworn backpack and pulls out a chess board, which he promptly sets up in the traditional 2-player manner. He commences to play against himself...you know, in the now-familiar Disney-Pixar-fashion. Hey. I can say this for him. He won.

Think about it. What could possibly prompt a rational human being to play against himself in a game which relies on stealth and intellectual one-up-manship? Is it possible to gain strategic advantage against "real" opponents by artificially creating scenarios in which you invent both the problem and the solution? It's a legitimate question, is it not? Does he ever challenge an "other" to a game of chess, and if so, how does he handle losing? Or has this simply become part of his compulsory daily routine?

All I know is...after this gentleman soundly defeats his invisible alter-ego - looking quite satisfied with himself for having done so - he very methodically replaces the game in his seemingly very well-organized backpack (a vagrant with OCD? doesn't get much more fascinating than that!), then proceeds to extract another delightful surprise...a pharmaceutical vial labeled "E-Coli" from which he nonchalantly takes a couple swigs before returning it to its assigned pocket in the bag. I'm serious. I suppose the rigors of a nomadic lifestyle demand extreme measures...? How - and from whom - does one actually acquire a vial of E-Coli? Maybe it's readily available at my friendly neighborhood Walgreens and I just don't know it!

After he finishes what appears to be a grooming routine, including finger-brushing his white locks and beard, he slings his life's possessions onto his back, hops on his bicycle and heads out. Next stop...St. Charles? Kansas City? Denver? Does he actually have a destination? Is he hiding/running from his past? Or is he merely adventurous of heart? Is he loved by anyone? Does he like this lifestyle or does he feel trapped in it? Does he ever interact with other human beings along his way?

I don't know where he's bound or why, but I know I've been privileged to observe a few intriguing moments of his life, which leads me to contemplate the variety and complexity of the human spirit as well as The Mind of The Maker.

And all I wanted was a cup of coffee.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

What's That Stench? Part None

Just to let those of you who are waiting with bated breath for the final installments of this series (both of you...), I have not been defeated once again by my short attention span, but I am grappling with - in a way I didn't anticipate - what to say and what I really BELIEVE about repentance and forgiveness. I know what I have always SAID I believe, but putting it into words for others to read forces me to examine my own heart and life to see if I live it. Ugh. Bear with me. I hope to win the battle and finish the series!

It Quite O'ercrows My Spirit

Helpful quotes from Lewis's book, The Problem of Pain:

All arguments in justification of suffering provoke bitter resentment against the author. You would like to know how I behave when I am experiencing pain, not writing books about it. You need not guess, for I will tell you; I am a great coward. When I think of pain - of anxiety that gnaws like fire and loneliness that spreads out like a desert, and the heartbreaking routine of monotonous misery, or again of dull aches that blacken our whole landscape or sudden nauseating pains that knock a man's heart out at one blow, of pains that seem already intolerable and then are suddenly increased, it 'quite o'ercrows my spirit'. If I knew any way of escape I would crawl through sewers to find it. But what is the good of telling you about my feelings? You know them already: they are the same as yours. I am not arguing that pain is not painful. Pain hurts. That is what the word means. I am only trying to show that the old Christian doctrine of being made 'perfect through suffering' is not incredible. To prove it palatable is beyond my design.

My own experience is something like this. I am progressing along the path of life in my ordinary contentedly fallen and godless condition, absorbed in a merry meeting with my friends for the morrow or a bit of work that tickles my vanity today, a holiday or a new book, when suddenly a stab of abdominal pain that threatens serious disease, or a headline in the newspapers that threatens us all with destruction, sends this whole pack of cards tumbling down. At first I am overwhelmed, and all my little happinesses look like broken toys. Then, slowly and reluctantly, bit by bit, I try to bring myself into the frame of mind that I should be in at all times. I remind myself that all these toys were never intended to possess my heart, that my true good is in another world and my only real treasure is Christ. And perhaps, by God's grace, I succeed, and for a day or two become a creature consciously dependent on God and drawing its strength from the right sources. But the moment the threat is withdrawn, my whole nature leaps back to the toys: I am even anxious, God forgive me, to banish from my mind the only thing that supported me under the threat because it is now associated with the misery of those few days. Thus the terrible necessity of tribulation is only too clear. God has had me for but forty-eight hours and then only by dint of taking everything else away from me. Let Him but sheathe that sword for a moment and I behave like a puppy when the hated bath is over - I shake myself as dry as I can and race off to reacquire my comfortable dirtiness, if not in the nearest manure heap, at least in the nearest flower bed. And that is why tribulation cannot cease until God either sees us remade or sees that our remaking is now hopeless.

May He see us remade!

And...May we believe that the sufferings of this present life are not worthy to be compared to the glory which will be revealed in us one day.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

By Special Request

As usual, I "threw together" this creamed spinach last week and my friend, Angie, loved it. She's had to ask me 4 or 5 times to give her the recipe, so here goes:

Creamed Spinach

1/4 c. butter

2-4 T. onion, finely chopped

1-2 t. garlic, minced

Melt butter, then saute onion and garlic for 4-5 minutes until tender.

Add and whisk into a roux:

2 T. flour

2 chicken boullion cubes

Fresh ground pepper to taste

Whisk in:

1 1/4 c. heavy cream

Stir in:

14 oz. raw spinach

Keep on low heat and stir occasionally until spinach is tender.

OPTION: Cut 5 pieces of bacon into bits and fry. Reserve 2 T. bacon grease...use this and 2 T. butter instead of 1/4 c. butter. Just before serving, add the bacon bits to the creamed spinach.

Wunderbar!!

Wordsmith Wednesday

Root:

gravis, grav, griev - Latin (adj) - heavy, serious, weighty

Derivatives:

gravity (adj) - seriousness; weightiness; importance

gravitate (v) - to pull by force or weight

aggravate (v) - to make more serious or heavy

grave (adj) - of a serious nature (the burial "grave" comes from the Anglo-Saxon word "grafan," not this Latin root...FYI)

grief (n) - heaviness of spirit

grievance (adj) - a weighty hardship, complaint or injustice

Now, ya'll don't let Joanie win it unchallenged this week! At least give her some competition. Or are ya'll tired of playing this game? Sentences, please...or other derivatives (there ARE more!).

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Mom...Please Don't

So get this. This afternoon I show up at school to pick up my darling son, Eric - you know, his school isn't exactly on the way to anywhere, so I had to go out of my way to get him - and I'm promptly greeted with, "Oh, thank you, Mother Dear, for loving me enough to drive all this way to pick me up!" Yeah right. Try this:

ERIC: Hey, Mom. Can you maybe not wear that hat when you come to school to pick me up? Or could you take it off when you're in the parking lot?

ME: (long, uncomfortable silence followed by) Are you...serious? I didn't even get out of the CAR!

ERIC: I know. It's just...uh...it just kinda looks like an engineer's hat and my friends might think you're weird.

ME: Are you embarrassed by my hat?

ERIC: Well...yeah...sort of.

ME: Wow...here I was walking around all day thinking I looked young and hip and stylish. Instead, I look silly enough to embarrass my son whose friends might catch a glimpse OF MY HEAD through the windshield and think he has a weird mom. Wow.

I know. We're supposed to take pride in humiliating our children, right? But it's not like I have a fashionista teenage daughter who can advise me on "What NOT to wear." I could be way out of the loop here and not even realize it! IDK. This is what his friends would have seen:

I know. I know. Crazy. Embarrassing. Weird. Humiliating. Here's the whole outfit:

Please tell me I don't need to feel ashamed about the hundreds of people who passed me today and did a double-take. I thought they were admiring "the look" when instead they could have been thinking what my son was thinking..."What was SHE thinking?" "Too old to pull that one off." "What planet is SHE from?" "Get a life, Lady."

The child apologized later in case he had offended, hurt or bothered me by his remarks. Sorry? Hmph. He's just looking for an invitation to the dinner table tonight. I know how they work, these kids.

At least now I know what to wear to his first wrestling match...

Leisurely Riesa's Daybook

Outside my window...this gives a whole new meaning to those signs on our street which say "Neighborhood Watch."

Around the house...It is highly imperative that my calculator and clock remain "in sync" at all times. OCD? What's that?

A favorite thing...I am is exceedingly fond of my walker. If you inadvertently touch it, I might inadvertently "cut your fat head off."

I am thinking...that Lori is my good sweet girl.

I am wearing...my favorite vest, which Lori confiscates when I'm not looking so that I can't wear it every single day until forever.

I am hearing...Episode # 3 of "I Love Lucy"...for the 95th time in a week. Hey...funny is funny, ya know?!

I am reading...my Bible. Almost every night I climb in bed and "read" a while before turning out my lights.

I am creating...a book full of uncipherable data, which the workers at my "school" believe are the coded observations of a government spy.

I am thankful for...Mother-Grandma-Shirley.

Plans for my week..."she's not be bossy anybody anymore!"

A photo/video I'm sharing...me with my friend, Debbie, at the Whitaker Music Festival.