Questions and Answers

Now that I've blogged about it, I don't mind so much seeing the poster in the elevator. You know: the one with the apostrophe error.

Some fun things have occurred to me. This is a series of questions and answers. Of course, each question could have any number of possible answers, some better than others. I will place here sample answers which please me*.

What is the first punctuation symbol in the answer to this question?

It's its apostrophe.

What is the last punctuation symbol in the answer to this question?

It's its period.

No, wait, it's its exclamation point!

What is the third punctuation symbol in the answer to this question?

It's its question mark? No, wait, it must be its comma, as are its fourth and fifth.

Alternatively, why isn't it its question mark?

*Can you see why students just loved my examinations when I was a professor?

The horror of a misplaced apostrophe

The last few days, I've been bothered by a poster in an elevator. Finally, I just had to take a picture of it with my low resolution cell phone camera.

SHOP THE FALL 09' COLLECTIONS AT SHADE CLOTHING

It's a bit blurry, but its text is shown in the caption. Here the apostrophe is curiously placed.

According to the wikipedia article on the apostrophe, "it has two main functions: it marks omissions, and it assists in marking the possessives of nouns and some pronouns."

The omission in the text is clearly the first part of the year 2009. So, it should read, "Shop the Fall '09 collections..." with the apostrophe placed at the place where the omitted text is omitted.

Like quite a few of my posts, this one resonates with thousands of places on the web, including a clever collection of limericks, a plea for correct usage, and even t-shirts.

And for those wondering about its use in one particularly tricky case, it's explained with plenty of examples on writing.com.

Thanks for reading.

Lying to Children

Right up there with taking candy away from babies.

I had a memorable experience in a school science class. The teacher asked us to tell him about the sun. Everyone looked around smugly. This was an easy one. One classmate raised his hand and proudly proclaimed, "The sun is a big ball of burning gases." He looked around, and we all nodded our sage heads in confirmation.

The teacher went on to explain to us that the sun was not burning gases, but rather a thermonuclear reaction. Fusion to be exact, and as Einstein's famous equation helps us understand, a little bit of gas goes a long way in creating the energy that we receive here on the Earth as heat and light.

That was very interesting, from a scientific point of view. Something even more interesting happened during that class, from a social point of view. Many students were upset that this hadn't been explained to us much earlier. Upset that we had been told the burning gases theory. As one student put it, "They lied to us!" And, we were upset that we had believed it so easily.

But was it a lie? Or was it just a simplification?

We all had experience with fire and burning things. Fire also creates heat and light. None of us had any experience with nuclear reactions. So why not teach us that the sun was a ball of burning gases?

Not only teachers engage in this simplification/lying. Parents, too, tell their children all kinds of stories. We know that they are at an impressionable age, an age when it is difficult for them to distinguish truth from fiction.

Consider the so-called fairy tales. We adults know that they are fiction. But do our children?

In a recent facebook exchange, my niece Josie wanted "to point out that Cinderella is living proof that shoes CAN change your life!" [emphasis in original; see below]


Very clever, Josie. I responded with a tongue-in-cheek question, "In what sense is Cinderella living?" Everyone (except perhaps most of the small children in our audience) knows that Cinderella is a fictional character, and therefore does not really "live" as we do.

Note that Josie's friend interjects with what feels like a great deal of passion, "In our hearts!"

Exactly. Notwithstanding her being fictional, Cinderella does live. In many hearts. As a role model. As an example of courage and determination. As a woman who got ahead by wearing the right shoes.

I touched on this kind of reality in my dissertation, while describing Popper's three worlds explanation of those things which exist.

So in a way, we lie twice to our children. First, we allow them to believe that a fairy tale is true, when it is in fact fiction. Then, later, we deny the reality of the fairy tale, saying, "Oh, that's just a story."

It is both more complicated and simpler than that. The story exists in (Popper's) world 3, and in fact, existed there long before we were born, having been created long ago in someone's world 2. It exists in fact in many world 1 artifacts: books, audio tracks, film, television, theatrical productions, etc.

When it was read to Josie, many years ago, there was a book (existing in world1) and a reader (both world 1 and world 2), and especially, a listener (the world 2 of Josie) who incorporated the story in all of its elements into her own very personal reality. The character (existing in world 3) of Cinderella is very real.

So, is lying to children okay, then? Taking candy from a baby could actually save it's life in some cases. Something to think about.

Yes/No Questions

I have a bad habit--or is it just a personality quirk? It is a tendency to ask questions in pairs.

This morning, as I was about to take a shower, I noticed a hanger over the curtain rod. Last night, Sara's sari, which she had hand-washed, had been hanging to dry inside. So I asked, "Can I take a shower now? Or should I wait?" She didn't answer. How could she? At least not with one word.

A few weeks ago, I texted her, "R u busy? can u come get me?" To which she replied, "No yes".

I wonder, will anyone like this post? Or is it too silly?

Year of Reunions

This year was a big one for reunions in our family. My wife Sara did an excellent job of organizing 4 and catering 3 of them. She made great fliers, planned the menus and activities, and prepared and served meals.

In all, we attended reunions for the brothers and sisters of: her father, herself, her mother, myself, and my father's father. Unfortunately, because of conflicts we missed another one for my mother's brothers and sisters, that was held in Stirling, Alberta, Canada.

Earlier this summer, some of the descendants of Sara's father's parents met in Mount Pleasant, Utah. We took our motor home and enjoyed a few meals in the park and near the rodeo grounds with Sara's relatives. The group also visited a museum containing many of the works of Avard Fairbanks (Sara's father's uncle) in the nearby town of Fairview. This was followed by another meal and a penny auction, at which Sara did a hilarious job as auctioneer. We drove the motor home out to the Fairview cemetery where we found the grave sites of her ancestors. Unfortunately their gravestones have completely eroded away. Her grandfather was one of the founders of the town.

A reunion was organized for my grandfather's brothers and sisters and their families in the South Fork of the Provo River Canyon around the fourth of July. It was wonderful to see so many second cousins, including several that I met for the first time. My sister Colleen and her husband were there also. I hiked with them and their son Michael and my cousin John's son Caleb through some of the fields of the Conrad homestead on the bench above the home itself.

Later in the summer, Sara's mother and most of her children gathered with their families in Tamarack, Idaho. We rented a great lodge where we enjoyed meals together, and watched the video "Dan in Real Life". Many of us went white water river rafting in the nearby Payette River. A great time was had by all.

On October 1st, Sara's mother and her brothers and sisters met for lunch at the club house of the community in which we live, across the street from our house.

That same afternoon we drove off to visit my daughter Elizabeth and her husband Cody in Rexburg, Idaho. After sharing a meal at a Thai restaurant, and breakfast the next morning, we drove to a great hunting lodge on Bridger Hill Drive near Bozeman, Montana. Interior shot here:

We spent three wonderful days there, with a fire crackling most of the time in the fireplace. Sara provided three great meals each day, and we enjoyed nature (including several deer and a chipmunk) and the hot tub, along with each other's company. My sisters Arlene and Myrna were able to join us, with their husbands. Unfortunately, harvest duties kept Colleen and her husband on the farm.

On the way home, we drove through Yellowstone National Park, stopping to see Old Faithful erupt, and visited Elizabeth and Cody again.

As we reflected on this year, and marveled at our great enjoyment of time spent with relatives, we thought of family and in particular of parents raising children, and how our reunions honor them. Today we found this quote from the April 1991 General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in which Elder Dallin H. Oaks said this about honoring parents:

To persons whose parents are dead, honoring parents is likely to involve thoughts of family reunions, family histories, temple work, and commitment to the great causes in which departed parents spent their lives. [emphasis added]

This year we were involved more than just thinking about these things. Sara has done so much with family reunions, and I am very grateful to her for that. My sister Colleen does much with family histories, essentially writing an illustrated book for each ancestor. We all engage in temple work. Probably the greatest cause in which our parents spent their lives was raising their children, and we are perpetuating that through the generations.

Blue and gray getaway

This is what we have named our motor home. Not quite the tongue-twister as the name of our stay-at-home home.

We recently returned from a trip to Marin County, California for the wedding of a friend. The motor home performed well, providing us with both transportation and shelter.

Our itinerary:

Sept. 16 departure just after sunset, traveling as far as West Wendover, Nevada, where we slept for awhile in a truck parking area.

Sept. 17 on the road again before sunrise. We drove just past Reno to "Boomtown" where we enjoyed an afternoon of swimming and napping at a KAO RV park. Overnight stay.

Sept. 18 departure in the morning and arrival at Marin RV Park just after noon. Our friends drove us to a rehearsal dinner. Great location (Presidio Yacht Club), good food and atmosphere, including a mariachi band. Fabulous view of the Golden Gate Bridge. We borrowed one of their cars to drive "home" to the RV park.

Sept. 19 drove to the wedding in Petaluma, and arrived a little late because we took a detour and got lost for awhile. It was a beautiful and moving ceremony. Once some photos have been posted on facebook, I will provide a link here for facebook friends.

Sept. 20 drove to church services in San Rafael, home again, then back to San Rafael to meet our friends at the farmers' market. To their home for dinner. They dropped us off at the RV park.

Sept. 21 enjoyed a walk to a nearby shopping center and bought some great walking shoes. So the walk back to the RV park was 100% better. We took the 70 bus to the Golden Gate Bridge in the afternoon. It was completely shrouded in fog, although the weather was sunny and warm where we came from. I walked to the halfway point of the bridge again, and met Sara on the way back. Our bus dropped us near the RV park just as the sun was setting.

Sept. 22 walked to the nearby Larkspur Landing and rode the catamaran ferry "Mendocino" into San Francisco, then hopped on the Muni F to the end of the line. We visited Ghirardelli Square then walked back to Pier 31 for the ferry to Alcatraz, where we enjoyed seeing the island and cell blocks. The same trip in reverse (minus the detour to Ghirardelli Square) and we got back to Larkspur Landing about 6:30 p.m. and were picked up by our friends for another evening of visiting and dining.

Sept. 23 walked along the nearby Greenbrae boardwalk, an interesting neighborhood with the houses all on stilts along the Corte Madera Creek. Met some of the inhabitants and enjoyed speaking with them. One of the homes at 133 is for sale for three quarters of a million dollars. Left around noon driving the blue and gray getaway. We found a spot at the Zephyr Cove (Nevada) RV Park at dusk and settled in for the night.

Sept. 24 awoke early and walked across the road to the lake. It was wonderful to watch it as the sun came up.


We arranged to stay another night, which involved moving to a nearby spot. In the afternoon we went swimming in the lake. It was delicious. A bit cold getting in, but we were warm afterward, even walking back home.

I also indulged in a bit of boulder climbing that morning, as shown in some photos at the end of this post.

Sept. 25 left around noon and drove as far as West Wendover where we again overnighted in truck parking.

Sept. 26 arrived home to the blue box on blocks around 9:15 a.m.

The boulder climbing near Lake Tahoe, illustrated here:

Blue Box on Blocks

That is what I have named our new home. A fun tongue twister of a name.


Above is what it looked like the day we made our offer to buy. The grass isn't quite as green any more, what with all the heat.

So far, we are liking it a lot. There is a small back yard with a couple of apple trees, some roses, and other vegetation.

At about 1600 square feet, it is twice as big as the condo where we used to live, and it is still only a 5 minute commute to work (although I now have to drive (or take the bus) instead of walking).

Visitors welcome!