Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Baby Sign Language Gone Awry

Ever since Sophi learned the sign for milk, she thinks that if she waves her hands in the air when she talks that she is clearly communicating all the profound thoughts that she has swimming around in her head her whole life. She also seems to think that I will immediately and entirely understand those thoughts because she is using her hands. When I don't, she scowls at me and continues to waves her hands about while she babbles on. If I begin to wave my hands about, she nods her head in agreement until I ask a question. Any question... it does not matter what the content of it is. I just has to sound like a question. Sophi will always respond with an emphatic"no," and then follow up with a softer "no, no, no" and she shakes her head and walks away in disappointment. Poor Sophi.

One of the next signs I taught her after "milk" was the sign for "all done." This sign involves raising both of your hands in front you and turning them away from you, like this:


After weeks of signing "all done" as soon as Sophi was finished with her food, Sophi finally demonstrated that she understood.

I won't lie. The first plate of food to take flight across the room took me by surprise. I looked at Sophi in alarm, but before I had time to react... the fork, spoon, and sippy cup followed the same path as the plate. The fork nearly took out my eye.  She then said very definitively, "Ah. Dun."

From what I've gathered in the weeks that ensued, Sophi interprets the sign for "all done" to mean that when she is finished with her meal, she is to push the food with force as far away from her as physically possible. Mealtime ever since has ended with a game of duck and cover as we have diligently worked on a new approach to signaling we are "ah, dun."

One of the next signs to go awry was the sign for help. This sign involved presenting a thumbs up on top of your hand.

Sounds innocent enough, right? Well with Sophi's eye hand coordination still in development, Sophi thinks left hand is her elbow. So when she needs help, she reaches across her body with her right arm and then lifts the left arm up from her body and shouts "Ep!"

If this is hard to picture, let me paint it a little clearer. My darling 18 month-old child is unintentionally giving me a very angry hand gesture. Even more disturbing, "ep" sounds more like "up." The first time she did this in daycare, the teacher raised an eyebrow at me. "Help?" I said, "She is trying to say help. Honestly, She is trying to say 'help'."

I could go on and on and on, but I will conclude with today's discovery. To sign "socks" you take your two pointer fingers and alternate as you point down towards the ground.


Everyday as I put on Sophi's socks, I sign "socks," and in the time it takes me to grab her shoes, Sophi promptly transfers the socks to her hands. It has taken me weeks to figure out why she kept doing this. In retrospect, the answer seems obvious. Today, however, she comes running through the house with a sock on one hand like Michael Jackson. When she sees me, she comes to a complete and full stop and exclaims, "Ssks!" while making the sign for "socks" with her hands.

"Yes, Sophi. Socks," I replied because some miscommunications are just so darn cute.













Saturday, September 24, 2011

Adventures in Traffic: San Francisco Edition

I think that the phrase "I left my heart in San Francisco"originated from a driver who tried to navigate his way through the city when he wasn't entirely sure where he was going.

Today, I left my heart at the corner of VanNess and whatever street I was on because of this sign:

Each time I passed it, I had approximately three seconds and 50 feet to decide which lane I needed to be in to go straight.... and well... I missed the window three times. So I wrapped back around... and around.... and around until I finally figure it out. In the meantime, I had an ephiphany:

This is why most San Franciscans use public transportation. 

There is no way you can drive on autopilot in this city. NO WAY.

Yes, indeed, LA has its traffic and all the homicidal thoughts that its "traffic" evokes.  No one can take that away from LA. Not even LA. But San Francisco has dra-mah. Pure. Heart pounding. Drama.

En route from Noe Valley to the Marina, you may encounter any number of the following in no particular order:

  1. Alternating four-way and two-way stop signs. 
  2. Teeny-tiny stoplights off to the right and left at the bottom of a super steep hills.
  3. Crosswalks in the middle of the road with pedestrians boldly going where no man should go when I am driving. 
  4. One-way streets
  5. Two-way streets
  6. One-way streets that turn into two-way streets and vis-a-versa
  7. No right turns
  8. No left turns
  9. Right turn only lanes
  10. Left turn only lanes
  11. Bus or taxi only lanes
  12. Bike only lanes
  13. Six lanes that merge into one lane
  14. One lane that ends abruptly
  15. An LSD addicts leftover from the 6o's reliving Woodstock in an intersection
  16. A tourist wandering in front of your car after exiting a trolley with their noses buried in maps or eyes behind cameras
  17. Buck nekkid folks casually standing on the corner sipping coffee even though the temperature is clearly unsuitable for birthday attire. 
  18. A guy in chaps running through the street to catch a butterfly
  19. A huge protest of some nature
  20. A festival of some other nature
  21. An art exhibit of dancers dangling from a building
  22. A street closed for Sunday 
  23. Sparking buses attached to wires
  24. Trolley cars zooming by with commuters busting out the seams
  25. Vintage subway cars rattling along side you
  26. Bart tracks intertwined with muni tracks and car/bike lane lines 
  27. Countless bikers
  28. A few roller skaters
  29. The steepest hills
  30. The curviest hills
  31. Rain
  32. and Fog as thick as organic pea soup.

The upside is that it only takes 15 minutes for all that to pass before your eyes.




Friday, September 2, 2011

Asinine Conversations: Part III

Comcast Customer Service
Me: (Dialing Comcast's helpline)
Comcast: Thank you for calling Comcast. Please listen carefully to the following options: Press one for internet trouble... Press tw....
Me: (Pressing one)
Comcast: (strange clicking sound like my brother is on the phone saying, click click click click) We are experiencing a HUGE number of calls at this time and longer than normal wait times. You can always visit us online and chat with an online representative. If you would like to wait, press one.
Me: (Pressing one and mumbling)  If I am experiencing internet trouble, why would you suggest using the internet for help?
Comcast: (click click click click)
(Three seconds later)
Comcast: Thank you for calling Comcast. How can I help you?
Me: If that was a longer than normal wait time, then I would love to see what a normal wait time is.
Comcast: What?
Me: Nevermind. I'm having internet trouble.
Comcast: Let me see if I understand you correctly. Your internet is not working.
Me: This is going to be a long conversation, isn't it?
Comcast: Excuse me. I didn't catch that.
Me: Yes. My internet is not working.
Comcast: Is the modem on?
Me: Seriously? We're starting with the power switch? Okay. Yes, it is on.
Comcast: Can you reboot it?
Me: I tried that already.
Comcast: Can you try it again?
Me: No, because that would only be an exercise in futility. Can we move on to another step?
Comcast: I can't until we have exhausted all our other options.
Me: Fine. (rebooting)
Comcast: Well?
Me: Nope. Not working.
Comcast: We exhausted all our options. Your internet is not working.
Me: Click Click Boom.

Asinine Conversations: Part II


COMCAST CUSTOMER SERVICE
Me: Hi... I would like to get clarification on the cost of Comcast Service at my new residence.
Comcast: Please give me all your personal information.
Me: Why?
Comcast: So we can set up an account.
Me:  I don't want to set an account yet. I just want to know the total cost before I sign up.
Comcast: We need that information to verify your identity.
Me: Fine. My name is Sha-nae-nae. I live at ****.
Comcast: Thank you. One moment.
Comcast: Do you currently live at that address, Ms. Nae Nae?
Me:  Does that make a difference in the price?
Comcast: (Silence)
Comcast: Okay, it will cost you your ARM, LEG, and your first born plus a hundred other little fees that add up to a king's ransom for cable, internet, and phone service.
Me:  WowWe have not even begun our relationship, and I already hate you.
Comcast: It was a pleasure serving you today.
Me: Liar.

Asinine Conversations: Part I

Pacific Gas and Electric Customer Service

PG&E: This is PG&E Customer Service Line. How can I help you today?
Me: I think I may be inadvertently paying to power the strip in Vegas or heat a hotel in Minneapolis in the dead of winter. Both scenarios are odd because I live in San Francisco and its spring. Can you help me figure out why my bill is so extraordinarily high?
PG&E: Do you turn on your lights at night and/or use your appliances?
Me: Yes. Both.
PG&E: Stop that.


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Farewell

Dear Los Angeles Unified School District,


It was the best of times and the worst of times, however, I can't say I regret any of the time I've spent working for you. I hated to love you and loved to hate you. Its been real.... really real. So real, at times, I really wanted it to be fake, but alas, it wasn't.  This day inspires me to sing to you the following. Enjoy. 




(Sing to the tune of "So Long, Farewell" from the movie, "The Sound of Music")


There's a strange sort of clicking

From the keyboard this morning.

And a strange sort of feeling, too 

With anticlimatic sort of ending

Because for eight years and counting,
I've been going coo-coo.
(Coo-coo, coo-coo)

(Coo-coo) 


Wistfully, I write this.

(Coo-coo) 


But happily, I announce.

Today, I am resigning

(Coo-coo)

From you.


Soooooo long.


Farewell.

Auf Wiedersehen.


Godspeed.

I sincerely tried to believe, to care, to lead.


lalala lalalala lalala ha ha Soooooo long.
Farewell.
Auf Wiedersehen.

Adieu.

Adieu.

Adieu.

To the drama and the bureaucracy and the idea that I could change you.



lalala lalalala lalala ha ha 

Sooooo long.


Farewell.

Au revoir.


Auf Weidersehen.
I wish I could stay and witness the means to the end. 
Yes?

No.



halaha lalala halaha ha ha 


Soooooooooo long.
Farewell.Auf Weidersehen.
Goodbye.

I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye.

Goooooooodbiiiiiiiiiiiiiii



I'm glad to go.

I cannot tell a lie.
I flit. I float.
I fleetly flee I fly

The time has come
To simply wave bye bye
Soooooooo long.

Farewell
Auf Weidersehen

Goodbye



Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye
Goodbye 



Monday, February 21, 2011

Archtectuarally Desinged Home

Tim and I posted our own ad on Craigslist (shameless selling ourselves as the perfect tenants).

I kid you not. It is THAT competitive for a good place in San Francisco. We are trying to get access to a place before they list it on Craigslist.

What is even better than that piece of wild information is the crrrrrazy emails we are getting in response.

What follows is a direct quote from one interest landlord postmarked today:
"We saw your ad and think we may be able to work something out.  We have a 4 bed 3.5 bath, 2 car garage large home.  The house is new, architectuarally desinged, with beautiful furnishings.  Very close to Berkeley (5 K), BART, restaurants, hiking parks, etc. in a forest setting, great school.  You will see deer, squirrels, raccoons, hawks, etc." 

Just what I wanted.... a raccoon view from an "archtectuarally desinged" home.

Spellcheck people.