Radiation

I've heard a couple of stories on NPR claiming people in the US are worried radiation from Japan is going to make it over here. The strange thing to me is that the couple of scientists I've heard respond haven't laughed in the faces of those who are worried. Perhaps I'm just mean, but if someone seriously suggested radiation from JAPAN was going to harm me here in CALIFORNIA, I'd probably question their knowledge of geography. There is an entire ocean, and not a small one, separating the two countries. Knowledgeable people tell us radiation isn't likely to be a serious hazard for most of Japan, never mind the US.

The self-centeredness of the worry too--the workers at the nuclear plant are legitimately risking their health and possibly their lives, there are more than a billion people who are much, much closer to Japan than we are, and we're worried about our risk?

I'm not sure I should even link this for fear of spreading misinformation. Lest you wonder, initially I thought this report on Faux news was a parody. While one of my professors in college taught us it was possible some animals, especially those living underground, might be able to sense imminent earthquakes a few minutes out, there's no credible reason to think we can seriously predict an earthquake days in the future based on animal behavior. That geologist is crazy--I want to see his statistics on the whale beaching-earthquake connection, though apparently the anecdotal info is good enough for the Fox newscaster.

Crazy.

Boy, oh boy

Sylvia's getting a brother for her birthday.

Far Foster's

Yesterday was the Alumi baseball game at 'tech, and since we're finally relatively close, Derrick took the opportunity to go play. Since we headed north during strawberry season, we also took time to pick up some donuts at the Donut man (which, for some reason, we called Far Foster's while at 'tech). Those donuts were one of the best things about spring during college. Of course, we had to introduce our daughter to the wonder and grace of the strawberry donut.








We got to campus about an hour and a half before Derrick needed to get ready, so we wandered around some, visiting the DNA pool (which Sylvia wanted to swim in) and Millikan (which Sylvia also wanted to swim in), and Throop (which Sylvia might have wanted to swim in, but was getting used to my telling her no, so she didn't really try. She did, however, want to investigate the turtles and fish).







We headed over to the game around noon. Derrick warmed up while I entertained Sylvia. We eventually got hungry, and Sylvia was tired, so we wandered to Trader Joe's, where Sylvia napped and I bought snacks, and then came back and watched the game. Or parts of it, anyway. Sylvia mostly wanted to see her dad, and wanted to go out on the field with him (not the safest thing with fast-moving balls and sticks around). We did see a couple of his at bats, and a few fun plays. I'm sure the team usually beats the alums, but these guys seemed like a good bunch of baseball players--kinda more serious than the ones I remember at 'tech.

After the game we went out to Burger Continental with the alums and coaches, where Sylvia socialized quite a bit, pretty well monopolizing the time of one guy in particular, who I think she kind of had a crush on. It was pretty cute.











The donuts were still awesome this morning :)

Tsunami

Apparently I'm missing out on a tsunami this morning. Derrick might get to see part of the aftermath, but since he biked in to work, he probably missed the majority of it as well. It's not likely to be very large--the highest measured heights so far are in the less than 2-m range, and that's much closer to the epicenter in Japan. Japan, however, is a different story entirely. Around here I'm guessing it'll be more like 1 m or less. So, a very high tide that might impact some of the houses that are close to the beaches, but anything up on the cliffs (like Scripps) is going to be just fine.

On a completely different note, this morning Sylvia looked at me while I was getting dressed and called me "big butt." Derrick laughed (the stinker) so for the next five minutes I heard a lot about my big butt.



I don't think it looks THAT big.

Potty time! (maybe)

I've sporadically worked with Sylvia on going potty in the toilet basically since we got to San Diego. I admit, I haven't worked all that hard on it because, well, I just don't care enough. I don't feel like making my life miserable just to teach my kid how to go in the toilet. While I'm jealous of women whose children are already potty trained, I figure my kid will figure it out in due time.

Anyway, one of the kids (a boy) at Sylvia's daycare is potty training, and apparently today she went into the boy's bathroom while the other potty-trained girls were being helped by the teacher, took off her pants and diaper, and peed in the "froggy potty." She even told me about it when I came to get her, and was justifiably proud of her accomplishment. Maybe we just need a toilet she thinks is cool and she can use on her own.

I can dream, anyway.

Housing

One of the things about California that seems craziest to me is that people pay so very much for housing. Sure, people make more, but they then spend WAAAY more on everything, especially housing. I don't remember where I saw it unfortunately, but here in SD something like 53% of households spend more than 30% of their income on housing. I'm not surprised, though. We spend just about 30%, and we're in about the cheapest place we could find. We also make pretty close to the median income, which means half of households in SD earn less than us. If we're just about where we should be, but living in one of the cheapest places around, it's not surprising the half of San Diegoans earning less than us can't find housing that consumes less than 30% of their income.

I really wish this info was broken up geographically, but here's an article showing how housing prices have changed, adjusted for inflation, since 1890. The depression shows up nicely, as does the post WWII boom, but the interesting thing is, the long-term average hasn't changed much. Like I said, it'd be nice to see this broken down regionally, but the take-home message is this: home prices are pretty well set by income. The bad part of that is housing prices are still 15-20% too high.

Goody.

Pansy

So, I know my friends in Indiana and Utah, and basically anyplace that isn't southern California are going to call me a pansy for saying this, but I'm going to anyway.

It's cold here!

Yes, I know, 50+ degrees in February is downright balmy in most of the continental US, but in most of the continental US where it gets cold people also build homes and offices with functional heaters, double-paned windows that actually insulate a bit, and (maybe even better) with actual insulation in the walls to, you know, insulate. Since SoCal has such great weather all the time such expensive niceties aren't really standard. While we can open the blinds on our floor to ceiling windows and let in as much light as filters through the evergreen eucalyptus outside, it's not really enough to keep the temperature in the office much more than slightly above ambient outdoor temperature. Which right now, if you're curious, is 62 degrees--up from the 54 it was when we walked in.

Anyway, we've had a good weekend. I have a new calling (1st councilor in the Primary Presidency. I have no idea what that entails yet, though) and skipped out of my last opportunity to lead music in RS to go to a baby shower. I do want to say I hate getting new callings, just because I'm always so sad to be released from the old one. It doesn't matter how much I know I'll love the new one--I'm always sad to leave a calling.

In any case, the shower was a lot of fun. Most of the showers I've been to haven't involved a lot of games because apparently most people think are lame. Being lame myself, I had fun playing the games, though I also I haven't played too many of them before. The one I had played (or been the subject of, anyway) was the estimate the size of the mom-to-be's belly. This was played at one of my showers and the thing I noticed was that people generally way overestimated the size of my belly. I figured the same thing would happen here, and it did, but less than at my shower. Most of us took the piece of string and wrapped it around our bellies, then estimated how far out the mom-to-be's belly went. I was within 1/2 inch, which was only good enough for third place in this crowd of rather good estimators.

I'm leaving the gross part of the weekend for last. If you don't like poop stories, stop reading.

As many of you know, we use cloth diapers. I'm a big fan, if for no other reason than because they're cheap. Sure, cleanup of the poopy diapers is a little gross, but even that isn't all that bad. The absolute BEST part of cloth diapers is that the ones we have use snaps rather than velcro, which, up until recently, has kept the diapers on Sylvia's behind until I am ready to deal with changing her.

Lately, though, she's learned how to take off her diaper.

The other day she took one off shortly after I'd checked it. I asked her if it was wet, and she said yes, so I wasn't terribly surprised or concerned when she started to remove it. Then I saw the inside and realized it was too dark to simply be wet. Unfortunately, by the time the color of the diaper registered, it was already off and my daughter was launching it from between her legs up into the air. I watched it arc in slow motion, yelling, "NO!!!"

Fortunately, it landed diaper-side down.

I so hope she potty trains soon.