Friday, July 30, 2010
BP ... Bernadette Peters!
Chicago
Was tickled to see Chicago on this list... (funny about the Gen Y thing -- I've noticed that on my commute. I'm like "Damn, Gen Y is taking over! D'oh!")
http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/10-great-cities-for-young-adults.html
Cost-of-living index: 118
Median monthly rent: $861 (average is $819)
Average annual wage: $45,119
Unemployment rate: 10.3%
Percentage of Gen Y residents: 24.6%
Top employers: City, state and federal government, Chicago Public Schools, Wal-Mart Stores, Advocate Health Care, Walgreen, JP Morgan Chase, Abbott Laboratories, AT&T
Chicago is an exceptional value in big-city living, packing the cultural punch of Manhattan at nearly half the cost. Its lakefront district, with beaches, parks, a zoo and several museums, is a model for other waterfront cities. There are great sports teams, theater companies, and music festivals. And it's the home of the deep-dish pizza. The jobless rate is higher than the national average, but the Windy City's financial sector is thriving and promises more entry-level jobs in the future.
PROS: Low cost of living for a major city, cheap and widely available rentals, an efficient and user-friendly public transportation system, high-paying jobs in business and finance, great nightlife and entertainment venues
CONS: Extreme winter weather, high crime rate, and it's a long car drive to other major cities
http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/10-great-cities-for-young-adults.html
Chicago, Ill.
Metro population: 9,580,567Cost-of-living index: 118
Median monthly rent: $861 (average is $819)
Average annual wage: $45,119
Unemployment rate: 10.3%
Percentage of Gen Y residents: 24.6%
Top employers: City, state and federal government, Chicago Public Schools, Wal-Mart Stores, Advocate Health Care, Walgreen, JP Morgan Chase, Abbott Laboratories, AT&T
Chicago is an exceptional value in big-city living, packing the cultural punch of Manhattan at nearly half the cost. Its lakefront district, with beaches, parks, a zoo and several museums, is a model for other waterfront cities. There are great sports teams, theater companies, and music festivals. And it's the home of the deep-dish pizza. The jobless rate is higher than the national average, but the Windy City's financial sector is thriving and promises more entry-level jobs in the future.
PROS: Low cost of living for a major city, cheap and widely available rentals, an efficient and user-friendly public transportation system, high-paying jobs in business and finance, great nightlife and entertainment venues
CONS: Extreme winter weather, high crime rate, and it's a long car drive to other major cities
Weekendish
Plans for the weekend? Do I ever really plan that far ahead? Nah. Weather permitting, I'll take the boys out, maybe hit the Zoo. I'm going to write (of course), hunt out some furniture, and clean up the boys' room, which is in need of it. I'll have the guys help, too, but I just want to get it cleaned up. I'd like to get some new dressers for the boys, too, if I can find any that are any good. Nothing much planned beyond that, but I think that's probably enough for a couple of days.
On the ride in this morning, this sort of odd gal sat next to me -- older woman, 50-something (?) in a navy blue summer dress. Done up, just kind of odd vibe from her. Of course, she sat next to me, primly sitting there with her bags on her lap, staring forward. Crowded bus, breaks of the game, but then when the bus emptied, she stayed in the spot next to me, which irks me. One of those mass transit-user etiquette things, like when the conveyance clears up, move over, give yourself and your fellow commuter more room. But no. She just stays there, staring forward, same blank expression on her face. Totally irksome. Then my stop comes, and I move to get up, and she still doesn't move. Just sits there, motionless. I push past her, glad to get off the bus. I glance back into the bus as I'm leaving, and she's still just staring ahead. She looks vaguely like Kate Pierson of the B-52s, although sans beehive. This picture looks a lot like her, like the eye makeup thing going on.
I think Michael Bay's film crew may still be around town here and there. I saw some film trucks on some of the side streets. Definitely filming on-location. He's been around for a few weeks, getting the shots.
I think Michael Bay's film crew may still be around town here and there. I saw some film trucks on some of the side streets. Definitely filming on-location. He's been around for a few weeks, getting the shots.
Parental Miseries?
http://www.tnr.com/blog/damon-linker/76603/the-misery-the-modern-parent
As ever, the New York whiners. I imagine the absence of accolades that generally accompanyg good parenting bother them. I never complain about parenting (my sole complaint being that I do nearly 70% of the parental load, to Exene's roughly 30% -- and this is borne out statistically, isn't just some arbitrary number I throw out). But in terms of the actual parental load, I don't have a problem with it. I work on my ME stuff when I can, but not to the exclusion of the boys (again, this differentiates me from Exene, who just runs off [literally] or in other ways just checks out).
I don't complain about parenting because it's the nature of parenting to be hard. It's like working in a coal mine and complaining about all the dust and dirt! It's just part of the deal. I guess that's what makes me a great dad. When I had the boys with my family in North Carolina on vacation, at one point, B2 was acting up, being a real pistol, and I just kept my cool, held to my parental line (he wasn't wanting to eat the food I'd set out for him), and eventually, without losing my head, B2 came around and ate his meal. No drama (and no mama -- haha). My mom, stepdad, and stepsister were all amazed that I hadn't lost my temper with B2, hadn't raised my voice. I just kept my cool.
Kids are kids. They're the ultimate egoists, and I think it's actually kinda charming about them. They're these young little universes, full of promise and potential, and it doesn't even occur to them that there are other universes out there, and that the reality beyond them doesn't care about them, or is even dangerous to them. Sure, it's a bliss borne of ignorance and naivete, but at the same time, it's charming. They want what they want when they want it. Over time, they learn (or should learn) the necessity of diplomacy and tact (and, again, amusingly, they learn Machiavellian intrigues so damned early). I think kids are great. Fatherhood is a true joy for me, because I think kids are wonderful. For them, everything is new and wonderful. That's precious, so I do my part to ensure that they get the best sampling of life that I can give them.
And it's still amusing to me what they pick up, what strikes their fancy -- B1 loves disasters of every stripe, black holes, volcanoes, earthquakes, avalanches, tsunamis, tornadoes, hurricanes, asteroids, comets, meteors, sharks, tanks, ships; B2 loves guns, cars, garbage trucks, guitars, music, performing, mischief, dogs, trains, jets, books.
This morning, the boys pretended that we were blasting off for Mars as I walked them to their sitter. I've played that game with them before, but this morning, the boys were mostly narrating it themselves, with B1 describing nebulae as we went on our way, interference with our radios and guidance systerms, while B2 was talking about being in a space capsule. I offered bits of input here and there, but it was a delight to see them playing together like that, crafting a fun narrative around an otherwise routine trip.
“Happiness is a superficial and fragile thing; joy is happiness that has been deepened and refined by tragedy. Joy is happiness with dimension. Joy is what you have that tells you that the burden is light, the yoke is freedom.”
There’s certainly truth in that. Though I fear that Rod is staying within the conceptual universe that leads so many parents—or rather, so many of the early twenty-first-century, upper-middle-class, professional, secular, American parents highlighted in the New York magazine article—to view parenting as such an unhappy burden.
As ever, the New York whiners. I imagine the absence of accolades that generally accompanyg good parenting bother them. I never complain about parenting (my sole complaint being that I do nearly 70% of the parental load, to Exene's roughly 30% -- and this is borne out statistically, isn't just some arbitrary number I throw out). But in terms of the actual parental load, I don't have a problem with it. I work on my ME stuff when I can, but not to the exclusion of the boys (again, this differentiates me from Exene, who just runs off [literally] or in other ways just checks out).
I don't complain about parenting because it's the nature of parenting to be hard. It's like working in a coal mine and complaining about all the dust and dirt! It's just part of the deal. I guess that's what makes me a great dad. When I had the boys with my family in North Carolina on vacation, at one point, B2 was acting up, being a real pistol, and I just kept my cool, held to my parental line (he wasn't wanting to eat the food I'd set out for him), and eventually, without losing my head, B2 came around and ate his meal. No drama (and no mama -- haha). My mom, stepdad, and stepsister were all amazed that I hadn't lost my temper with B2, hadn't raised my voice. I just kept my cool.
Kids are kids. They're the ultimate egoists, and I think it's actually kinda charming about them. They're these young little universes, full of promise and potential, and it doesn't even occur to them that there are other universes out there, and that the reality beyond them doesn't care about them, or is even dangerous to them. Sure, it's a bliss borne of ignorance and naivete, but at the same time, it's charming. They want what they want when they want it. Over time, they learn (or should learn) the necessity of diplomacy and tact (and, again, amusingly, they learn Machiavellian intrigues so damned early). I think kids are great. Fatherhood is a true joy for me, because I think kids are wonderful. For them, everything is new and wonderful. That's precious, so I do my part to ensure that they get the best sampling of life that I can give them.
And it's still amusing to me what they pick up, what strikes their fancy -- B1 loves disasters of every stripe, black holes, volcanoes, earthquakes, avalanches, tsunamis, tornadoes, hurricanes, asteroids, comets, meteors, sharks, tanks, ships; B2 loves guns, cars, garbage trucks, guitars, music, performing, mischief, dogs, trains, jets, books.
This morning, the boys pretended that we were blasting off for Mars as I walked them to their sitter. I've played that game with them before, but this morning, the boys were mostly narrating it themselves, with B1 describing nebulae as we went on our way, interference with our radios and guidance systerms, while B2 was talking about being in a space capsule. I offered bits of input here and there, but it was a delight to see them playing together like that, crafting a fun narrative around an otherwise routine trip.
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