Sunday, September 21, 2008

Montessori, Mercurochrome & Mohammed

My niece recently started attending a Montessori pre-school.

According to Wikipedia, "The Montessori method is an educational method for children, based on theories of child development originated by Italian educator Maria Montessori (1870-1952) in the late 19th and early 20th centuries."

It goes on to say that Montessori schools provide a calm and peaceful atmosphere for budding young minds to develop using self-directed activities, and that the ideal classroom would give children unfettered access to nature.


On the opposite end of the spectrum, my elementary school was enclosed within a barbed-wire fence, the paint on the walls was lead-based, the ceilings made of asbestos tile and the playground was black asphalt surrounded by a 2 foot deep concrete trench. Any time a kid fell down they required stitches, a skin graft or a lengthy hospitalization.  And a child who was unfortunate enough to stumble into the trench had their leg snapped off at the knee.

Back in those days, when you went to the school nurse (translation: janitor) your wound or stump was always treated with a liberal application of Mercurochrome, a mercury-bromine compound which has been outlawed in the U.S. for years.  The dark, orangey-red liquid would stain your skin for days, a literal Red Badge of Courage. It was later realized that this actually made the detection of any inflammation, indicative of infection, more difficult.


The Straight Dope had this to say in response to a reader inquiring about the stuff we called "monkey blood":
"You're dating yourself, Pops. Few under age 30 have ever heard of this stuff. In 1998, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration declared that Mercurochrome, generically known as merbromin, was "not generally recognized as safe and effective" as an over-the-counter antiseptic and forbade its sale across state lines. A few traditionalists complained: Whaddya mean, not generally recognized as safe? Moms have been daubing it on their kids' owies since the Harding administration!"

It's still used in the steel industry as a dye to detect metal fractures...it's good to know all that carcinogenic red stuff didn't go to waste.

I also have a bunch of mercury fillings in my teeth. But we won't get into that.


As it turns out, one of the dads at the Montessori school owns a Hooters franchise. At all the school functions, which are held outdoors so the children can have unfettered access to nature, he provides free beer and wine. These functions are well-attended by the parents.

So...while the moms and dads get tanked and the kids run amok, there's a big Hooters truck in the parking lot of the Episcopal church which runs the school. The slogan on the Hooters website (so I'm told) is "Tacky Yet Unrefined".  Does anyone else besides me notice that there are two "O's" in both "Hooters" and "Montessori"?  I guess no one in their marketing department thought of the slogan "Hooters & Montessori...What a Great Pair!".


My sister e-mailed me the other day to say she had signed up to provide the refreshments for the upcoming Halloween party. As it turns out, one of my niece's classmates is a kid who's gluten intolerant. Gluten is found in wheat, barley, rye, pasta, bread, crackers and just about everything else on the planet except mercurochrome.

There's also a little boy in the class who's Muslim, so he can't eat pork, which is a key ingredient in pigs-in-a- blanket, ham sandwiches, hot dogs, baloney, SPAM® and bacon...all the stuff you'd instinctively serve at a children's Halloween party.

And then there's the child who is vegan, so he can't eat anything.

I suggested to my sister that she check out the Hooters menu...I think they have gluten-free, vegan buffalo wings.


Please note: I did not take any of the photos which accompany this blog post.  But I did eat a fair amount of SPAM® back in the day.  What does not kill you makes you stronger.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Wannabe Triathlete Completes Grueling Grillathon

Last night at a dinner party, I sat next to a friend who mentioned that she's training for a half marathon and was going for a run this morning.  I confessed that I had really fallen off the exercise wagon and asked if I could join her.

I got home at 11:30 p.m. having consumed several celebratory libations, slept fitfully, then got up at 6:30 a.m. to meet her at sunrise at Town Lake.  We ran a little over 3 miles at a pretty brisk clip...she's 20 years younger than I am and my tongue was hanging out by the time we finished.

Town Lake at Sunrise

Then, on a whim, I drove over to Barton Springs, which is a chilly 68 degrees year round and will make you squeal like you're in the Vienna Boys Choir.  I felt so invigorated that I swam about 1/2 a mile.  At one point I almost bumped into an old guy swimming the opposite direction who shouted at me and splashed water in my face.  My fantasy of competing in the Iron Man suddenly dissolved into a sinking feeling that I was the Tin Man. 

Barton Springs

Afterwards, I met my buddy Jonathan for breakfast.  He's a psychologist by day and a trumpet player by night. His band, The Greatest American Heroes, plays only T.V. theme songs.  It's a vastly under-rated niche.  Jonathan foolishly agreed to help me move a barbecue grill, and in keeping with the fundamental principle of the universe that Nothing is Simple, it got kinda complicated...


You see, I inherited a grill from a friend's boss who died recently, so I decided to give mine to Jonathan in exchange for helping me move it.  A few days earlier, I had called ahead to the U-Haul place that's 2 minutes from my house to make sure they would have a 4' x 8' trailer in stock, which they assured me they would.

You guessed it...they were fresh out.  In fact, the guy behind the counter said they NEVER have them. And when I inquired about renting their one inexpensive truck, he told me it was full of stuff and that the tail lights didn't work.  I'm pretty sure he lives in that truck.  So we drove to another U-Haul place, where we encountered a humorless, scowling woman who spoke in mono-syllables, and her male colleague who had a shaved head covered in tribal tattoos.  From behind, his neck looked like a package of hot dogs.  He should be called U-Scarey!

With trailer in tow, off we went.  Once we picked up my new grill, Jonathan decided to pass his grill along to our mutual friend Tom, who is getting his master's degree in Russian.  Any time you see Tom, he offers you a shot of vodka...a "Stoli moment" as he calls it.  By this point I was feeling invincible, so I had 3 shots...one for each of the grills we were relocating.  And Tom is gonna donate his grill to the Top Drawer Thrift store to complete the "4 grill hand-me-down Circle of Love".  See diagram below. 


My pleasant midday buzz soon turned to nausea and a feeling of general malaise, so I ate some lunch then came home and took a 2 hour nap.  I woke up feeling sore from stem to stern...but it's nice to know at age 49, without having exercised in months, I can still jump out of bed after a late night and do 2/3 of a triathlon and toss back the potato juice like a member of the Politburo.



Friday, September 5, 2008

Inside Abe Lincoln's Nose

Please note: I did NOT take any of the photos which accompany this blog post. I DID, however, paint the portrait of George Washington which is used on the one dollar bill. And the idea for Mount Rushmore was stolen from me. Except it was gonna be the Monkees.
I just received a note in the mail from my college buddy and former room mate Dr. Mark Guy, who is originally from Rapid City, South Dakota...home of Mount Rushmore. As if that weren't enough claim to fame, Mark was also featured in the August 1971 issue of Sports Illustrated as the state wrestling champ in his age group.Typically, Sport Illustrated runs a photo of an athlete on its cover, but this particular issue featured actor Steve McQueen, star of The Great Escape, which includes one of the best movie stunts of all time, in which a U.S. prisoner of war jumps a motorcycle over a 60ft. fence!

Speaking of motorcycles, and claims to fame, here's a photo of Mark's brother Dave at Sturgis Bike Week with Aerosmith lead singer Steven Tyler. That's Dave on the right. But I digress.
He suggested that when I die (Dr. Guy that is, not Steven Tyler) instead of having my ashes scattered at San Solomon Springs in West Texas, I should consider having them snorted up President Lincoln's nose. Incidentally, Dr. Guy is an otorhinolaryngologist, so I feel it's imperative to pay close attention to his recommendations regarding matters of the ears, nose and disposal of human remains.

More importantly, how is it that I'm just now finding out about the suction tubes inside Abe's nostrils? I logged on to the interweb and found this photo of theom in Teddy Roosevelt's forehead. Too bad they didn't include Ben Franklin. Think of the seating capacity inside that massive cranium!
 Or maybe the bills are covered by the admission fee to see "An Evening at Ford's Theater" inside Lincoln's head. Don't miss the "Entry Wound" exhibit in the rear.

It dawned on me that George Washington's head must be where they print the $1 bills. Ever notice how his eyes follow you no matter where you go in South Dakota? Creepy.

 
And Thomas Jefferson's head is where all the $10 bills are printed, as well as those fake copies of the Declaration of Independence you can buy in the gift shop at Independence Hall or on any street corner in Philadelphia.

I wonder if the people who work at Mt. Rushmore get paid in ones or tens.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Acrophobia

I'm terrified of heights.  Always have been.  Maybe because of the time I fell out of tree when I was a kid and fractured my skull. Or a couple of years ago when I fell off a ladder while running a chain saw and landed on my head in my neighbor's driveway.  After the ambulance ride, 6 staples in my scalp, the hip X-ray, the CAT scan and having to hire professional tree trimmers to finish the job, I decided to leave that to the experts.

A week later I was talking to a friend of mine who had taken her husband into the emergency room because he had gotten a shard of metal in his eye.  He wasn't seriously injured, and the emergency room physician said "Consider yourself lucky....last weekend I treated this idiot who fell off a ladder with a running chain saw in his hand!"  Small world.

So when I saw this high dive, I knew I had to jump.  And to up the ante, I decided to do a flip.  Good thing nobody was watching....I felt like I was 6 years old.  It wasn't pretty.  So I did it 2 more times just to embrace my fear.

It's a good idea to do something scary as often as possible.  Who knows...maybe I'll sign up for dance lessons.

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Mystic Moth (and Other Frequent Flyers)


One afternoon as I was eating lunch, a moth with very distinctive markings came and landed on my sandwich. He carefully inspected it with his proboscis, and hung out with me while I finished eating.

Several hours later, while I was waiting for the charcoal on the grill to heat up, the same moth came back and kept me company again.  Maybe it was the wine, but it felt like this moth and I were starting to be pals.

Shortly thereafter, I saw these birds performing their high wire act.  It reminded me of a documentary I saw recently called "Man on Wire" about a French guy who in 1974 managed to string up a tight rope between the Twin Towers in New York City at night without anybody knowing.  By sunrise, he was walking back and forth, 1000 feet above the ground, while the cops watched helplessly.  If you haven't seen it, you must!

Monday, September 1, 2008

My Idea of Paradise....

...is Balmorhea State Park in West Texas.

Last weekend I drove out there for a some time alone, and to enjoy the chilly waters of San Solomon Springs. The 77,000 square foot, 3.5 million gallon swimming pool is 25 feet deep in parts, teeming with all sorts of life.

When I die, make sure my ashes get scattered there. And hang out for a few days while you're at it.

Gold Fish From Outer Space

Headless Boy

Black Cats

Aquaman

Fish Frenzy

Archimedes' Principle

Yin Yang

Green Noodle Soup

Waiting for the Big Wave

Epiphany

Belly Flop

Hangin' Out

Divers Ed