09 May 2010

Pilsen

I took Little Girl to Pilsen in Chicago yesterday. She enjoyed the train rides (well, maybe the last few minutes were antsy minutes). She walked well, which worked out for us since we didn’t have a stroller. She ate fairly well at the taqueria we went to (where the entire transaction was done in Spanish, see my goal about that). She put up with the National Museum of Mexican Art, but the big payoff was playing on the playground goodies at Harrison Park. Fun fun fun. Oh, and the smurf blue cookie at the train station. She snuggled up against me and fell asleep for the train ride home.

Time on the potty every day

That’s our goal. Little Girl spends time on the potty every day. When the magic happens, she gets to wear her new princess underwear. When she stays dry for ten minutes, we act like something amazing just happened. So far, so good. The other day I got about 1:30 of underwear time out of her.

Fewer diapers. Everyone wins.

01 May 2010

Destruction of private property (rated 2 stars)

by Richard Linklater

Certainly this movie had no lack of bad guys. And I did like that. No, I reveled in it.

But there was one group of bad guys that we the viewers, I presume, were supposed to identify with: the college kids who wrecked the fence.

That’s destruction of private property. Were there any consequences to their action? No. (Though of course in reality there may not have been consequences either, so perhaps my point is moot.) I didn’t care for the message that sent.

Destruction of private property, no matter how you feel about that property’s owner, is wrong.

A page turner (rated 4 stars)

by Farley Mowat

While I doubt Mowat is letting too many facts get in the way of the story, he tells a gripping tale of the Canadian North. One that was disappearing as he was experiencing it. I couldn’t put it down. It sucked me in.

Inferno

Yes, that Inferno. I’ve got Pinsky’s English translation with the Italian on the facing page, because my Italian isn’t strong enough to make it on a go without English. That said, I’ve worked through the first canto, and I can see enough of what’s going on in the Italian to really see Dante’s poetic skill.

Once school is over, I’ll tackle this in earnest.