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Saturday, November 12th, 2011 10:47 am
Halloween is the safest holiday of the year, but it is the day that we test-drive new parental phobias.
I just discovered this blog via Atrios's link for a discussion of age limits for independent train travel. Lenore Skenazy has apparently written a book about how we should let our kids run around a lot more, and now she has a blog about it. It looks pretty good, though I disagree on some minor details (for example, I think family trick-or-treating is just ducky, though I agree that it is ridiculous not to let your kids go by themselves till they are thirteen).
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Saturday, November 12th, 2011 10:29 am
Orson Scott Card is alarmed at family participation in Halloween, and most of all, at the appearance of Big Scary Teenagers at his door Begging for Candy!

He treats all of this as if it is a new phenomenon, sprung from nowhere, and it deeply disturbs him that anyone tall enough to ride the Big Dipper might stroll around the neighborhood in costume and expect the neighbors to give them treats. Halloween is for little kids! If you are not a little kid, you are a blackmailing thug whose very presence threatens reprisal if the quaking homesteader doesn't hand over the candy bar!

Well, this is stupid. I know, I know, it's Orson Scott Card, so "stupid" is a tautology when applied to one of his screeds about Society These Days. But really. Halloween? Trick-or-treating?

All the rituals of Halloween have checkered histories. There were times and places where the trick part of tirck-or-treat was the prominent part, and young men ran around the neighborhood misplacing people's stuff so they'd have to go look for it in the morning. And then there's the traditional Hell Night or Mischief Nightin which youngsters commit various levels of vandalism the night before Halloween (apparently, in the UK, it's on November 4, so an enterprising hooligan could turn over dumpsters and set them on fire in the UK and easily be in the US in time to do the same again).

I don't suppose that would reassure Mr. Card, but it ought to at least calm down his fears that the world is going to hell in a hand basket because teenagers are finding new ocassions for mischief.

Except -- trick or treating teenagers aren't vandalizing. They're giggling politely at the door, kind of embarrassed at how eager they are to continue the tradtions of their childhood. The ones you have to watch out for are the ones who are roaming around with no costume and nothing to do but chug from a bottle they got shoulder-tapping over on the avenue, and taking all your painstakingly carved pumpkins and smashing them in the street. Those guys are only going to get drunker as the night goes on, and they're going to run out of harmless things to smash: so you just hope they crash before they get any ideas they aren't too swozzled to carry out.

Me, I like to see the teenagers in their last-minute cobbled-together zombie costumes, and I like how bizarrely excited they are when I hand out the strange little presents I prefer to give out. I'm not an anti-candy dogmatist, but I figure I should play the role of one, because the whole neighborhood's giving out brand-name chocolate and I think that variety in a trick-or-treat bag is a good thing. Most years it's little playdough packages from Costco, but this year it was glow stick necklaces and bracelets because I went to Costco too early or something and I didn't see them. But you'd be astonished at how much these whopping great young adults enjoy these little kids' treats.

I'm not astonished, Being a teenager is a difficult and burdensome job. You've got to be on time like an adult, people keep telling you that you have to be as responsible as an adult but how can you be when you're not in charge of anything about your life? And if you're a kid who's actually in charge of yourself, it's probably because you aren't getting the kind of care and protection and backup that adults are supposed to give you, so you can't really win on that front. And your hormones and your nervous system are doing dog knows what but they're different every hour and sometimes it physically hurts just to live. If you're in a growth spurt, and nobody can tell you how many of them you're going to get, your bones and muscle fiber might be screaming with pain. And nobody takes you seriously except when you don't want to be taken seriously. And the object of your affections thinks you're pimply, and scrawny or pudgy, and stinky, and immature, and it's true.

So why not grab a chance to totter around the neighborhood in giggly little groups, pretending to be nine, and have the neighboring adults who would normally not give you the time of day actually give you treats? And what kind of wizened, hateful little heart would begrudege them the chance to do it?

And as for the adults who accompany their children. It has certainly arisen out of the puritanical fear machine -- which Mr. Card feeds as often as he decries it -- but the result is that for the tiny kids it has turned into a celebration of family and community, and that's really not a bad thing. Mr. Card objects that some of the parents are carrying an extra bag. Me, I say, don't judge. Maybe it's for a kid who can't be there because they are sick or busy volunteering at the church's haunted house fundraiser, or maybe it's for grandma at home, or maybe it doesn't really even matter because how can you really begrudge a ridiculous little treat to a parent who is parading their wonderstruck child through a sparkly fall night to see all the elaborately creepy decorations and sparkly costumes of their neighbors?

Traditions do change over time. Haloween became a holiday for small children, and now it is becoming a holiday for everyone. I do not see this as a bad thing.

Oh, right, I followed the link from personhead James Nicoll, who had a different bone to pick with Mr. Card. (Hey, James! I proofread! My fingers threw in a stray H and I took it out because I actually do know how to spell your name! there's probably other typoes I missed, though)
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Tuesday, November 1st, 2011 08:46 am
1700+ words (I'm gong to round down). Reason for stopping: needed a nap and to reconsider next bit. My rate: 1K/hour (which I thought would be the case)

Accomplished: introduced four of the major characters and just about established their relationships (or facets of them, anyway): identified our guy and his situation (but reserved most of the detail for later which is proper): put the drum in Yanek's hand's (but didn't say here it came from). Also: established something about social structure and time.

No I have to go to work in less than half an hour.

Last night; 37 trick or treaters. No little playdough containers,so I handed out glowsticks. Clearly not the only one in the neighborhood, though.

The brats in the college house across the street were noisy and irritating, but they cleared out before I went to bed so I don't care.
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Wednesday, November 1st, 2006 12:39 am
So I went to order my absentee ballot and ended up voting on the spot. I felt a little torn -- on the one hand, if I tried out the touchscreen I might be able to help people with it next Tuesday. On the other hand, ick. I voted paper.

We ran out of little playdoughs. This is because I thought we'd get say 30 visitors so we started out giving everybody two. The package had eighty. I'm guessing more like fifty based on how much candy was left.

The costumes were much better than my photography:






There are more pictures here.

So there were maybe a few less adolescents, and therefore definitely more children. Most of the children wdere Hispanic and accompanied by their parents. There were more home made and spontaneous costumes than I remember from recent years. Is that the economy, or people coming to their senses about what they can make? It's not inexpensive to let Emma make a costume, but her costumes are more costumey than what I saw tonight. The nice fellow locked up the dog in the back room, and like an idiot I brought her into the livingroom when things had slowed down to a trickle, so she barked her fool head, and I felt I had to keep explaining.

I'm falling asleep at the keys, here.

On another front, I waded through a box of papers and got to the point that I can dispense with the box.
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Monday, November 7th, 2005 08:58 am
The buses rolled again last week. They signed a "compromise" contract and the Metro -- which says it did not lose money during the strike despite the fact they were paying everybody but the drivers (probably because the University, which provides the greatest ridership, also pays up front from student fees)-- has offered a free ride day to get people back on the bus.

Medicare decided, after years of lobbying and negotiation, not to change the status of Santa Cruz County from rural to urban. This means they will continue to reimburse the doctors at a signifigantly lower rate than doctors in urban counties, though Santa Cruz has among the highest costs in the country because of land costs. It's not because of any principle, though -- at the same time they lowered the reimbursements that doctors and hospitals get nationwide by four and a half percent. So one of the bigger clinics (which is ownedby a big corporation, I didn't know that) sent letters to 700 of its patients dropping them from their rolls (out of 5000: which means, I guess that fourteen percent of their clientele was poor enough or old enough to qualify, and that only counts the citizens, I think). They reinstated them a few days later because of the reaction they got.

Coastwatch says it will rain measurably today, tonight, or tomorrow. Meanwhile, the season forecast is for a decidedly wet year, with an unusual number of "pineapple express" storms punctuating longish dry spells. Those "pineapple express" storms originate in the tropics and bring a lot of water and, you guessed i, wind, with them, and because they dump the water fast are much more likely to cause floods than our usual storms. This rain we're supposed to be getting now is supposed to be one of those storms. Which means we're going to have to be pretty careful when we climb down into those drainage ditches and storm drain outfalls and I really hope it hits during the day.

The saga of the dog park continues. In 1977, the City Council made an administrative decision to allow offleash dogs at Lighthouse Field and Its Beach. In 1984, under some pressure from somebody, some entity said well, leashes only, in the general plan for the area. At some other time, somebody said, no, it's really offleash. There have been hearings and hearings before the Parks and Recreation board, the City Council, and I forget who all else, and they always end up saying, yes, this is a reasonable use for this park. Gradually the neighborhood, which like the rest of Santa Cruz used to be rundown and populated by students, retired Italian fishermen and their families, and the persistently unemployed, has been made over by yuppies who build houses too large for their lots, bring in double SUVs, and complain about strangers parking in front of their house and think that Lighthouse Field and the beaches are their own front yard (having sacrificed their actual yards in building houses too large for the lots). They want no dogs at all at any time of the day (dogs are currently allowed offlkeash before 10 in the morning and after 4 in the afternoon, onleash at the field between and not at all on the beach between), they don't like the plans for fixing up and expanding the restroom because they think its tacky. So this organization of people who want to keep dogs out of the field have sued the city because the latests General Plan for Lighthouse Field and the beaches does not have a proper Environmental Impact study for the offleash dogs (I think they missed out on that because it was a continuing condition and not a new one, and because various smaller, informal environmental impact reports have said the dogs have minimal impact on the environment: though honestly, I would have to say that the increased foot traffic does, at the very least: but it's a city park and I don't know how you're supposed to have minimal use of a city park). The city agreed to do a new environmental impact report,

But that's not all -- the same group went knocking on doors in Sacramento and got the State Department of Parks and Recreation, which has an interest because the park is also a state beach as well as being a city park, to say that the city must prohibit offleash dogs by November 2007, because the 1984 statement outweighs the 1977 statement and all the subsequent statements (don't look at me like that, I don't know why). The 1977 statement had a thirty-year lifespan anyway. So more hearings and more fuss. A hearing today.

And then Halloween. This has become a big holiday in Santa Cruz, because, I think, of all the young people here -- the University students, the vacationers from over the hill, the baby boom's babues, the kids who wash up here after drifting or running away from wherever. They like to congregate on the "mall" (it's actually Pacific Avenue, an ordinary upscale tourist town downtown street, with some landscaping and benches) on Saturday nights and holidays, particularly one dedicated to costumes and stuff. This year there was Halloween night on the avenue from Friday night to Monday night. The police hate Halloween. Kids get drunk and disorderly. (not, I must say, as much as iun some other towns, but we like it peaceful and safe here) So the cops got a huge grant to do extra policing and safety measures downtown this year. What did they do? They put tall chain link fencing around the street itself so no cars or pedestrians could use it. Pedestrians were confined to the sidewalks and the intersections. Reports are that it was too crowded to move. Result -- six stabbings. "Gang related."

I'm sorry they did it that way. When I read the plan in the Sentinel, my son assured me that that was an error in reporting because nobody would be dumb enough to do it like that. The thing to do, he said, was close the street to cars, and close the sidestreets for a block on each side so emergency vehicles could drive in close to the action when they were needed. Myself, the thing I saw coming is that our little gang punks do a lot of maddogging -- sort of like Hawaiian stinkeye only it's not just a comment, it's also a challenge -- and the only way out of a fight when people start maddogging is for one of them to say, contemptuously, "Forget you, bitch," and walk away, and if you can't move you can't do that and we were lucky the brats were only carrying knives.
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Sunday, October 30th, 2005 08:12 am
Well, there's been precipitation. The ground is wet every morning. But for it to be rain, there has to be .2 inch of measurable rain in a single event.

I have cleaned off my utterly embarrasing porch and I have begun to decorate it for the Big Event. I have also finally assembled this funny little workbench-vise thing that was given to Ted a long time ago. And I have washed the furnace intake filter (it's the kind you wash). I have discovered ripe compost in the newcompost heap. I ahve figured out why Chain's dog is called Monkey, and what the consequence of that is, and I think that makes Bella and Chain into a more fun story, though harder for me to write, because I have to figure out what happens to allow that consequence to happen.

It has been eleven months since I sent out The Conduit and I have still not heard a single word. I have followed up three times without any response and every time I decide to yank it and send it somewhere else somebody talks me out of it.

I'm going to make the nice fellow a nice breakfast now. He deserves it: he works and works and works.

I'm seeing behind the curtain again, and I don't like it, and I know some of the things I should do, but I don't like those things either.

Mostly, I should clean the mess behind the curtain. And pay the bills.