The Glittering Caves

...evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream.

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I'd rather be in Scotland. But I'm blessed where I am right now.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

my baby is talking to me!!

yesterday i had dumped all his clean laundry onto his bed and was putting it away, and he sat himself in the middle of the pile and started handing me things and saying, "here you go!" (of course it comes out like, "heee-yo"). and just now, after i told him the scissors in the drawer were dangerous and i put them back, he sat and played with something else for a bit, then stood up and pointed into the drawer and told me, "dangerous! no no no!" (comes out like "deh-jeh! no-no-no!")
yesterday he said two words that nobody ever taught him, "wall" and "watch". i love how earnest he is about pointing things out and naming them, these days!
i need to go write my article, but i just had to mention these things...

Saturday, January 19, 2008

books!!!

FINALLY i have emerged from my reader's block and returned from a trip to the library with a stack of treasures! here are the latest -
pushed: the painful truth about childbirth and modern maternity care by jennifer block
the genesis code by christopher forrest
in the woods by tana french
the endurance: shackleton's legendary antarctic expedition by caroline alexander
how children learn by john holt
the beginner's guide to homeschooling by patrick farenga

AND, after i finished a couple of the library books, i happened to pick up a book from my own shelf that i've never read completely, because musa had thrown it on the floor, and for some reason i found i couldn't put it down and ended up finishing it: secret gardens: a study of the golden age of children's literature by humphrey carpenter.

first: i read pushed, which was a very, very interesting read although it did not really tell me anything i didn't already know, in terms of the general attitudes in the medical community toward "natural" or as block terms it "physiological" childbirth. there were certainly stories, situations and statistics i was unaware of. but i was sort of the choir she was preaching to, so to speak. this book basically details the history (which i did NOT know) of attitudes toward childbirth in america over the last century and a half or so, and the differences in development of that attitude between europe and america (which if you look at the differences now, they are rather infuriating!!). (there's a scene in michael moore's "sicko", in which a new mother living in france is explaining to moore how the government sends a "helper" a couple of times a week just to help with the baby, make sure everything's going okay, and even help with housework and laundry. compare that to how medical residents here in america are forced to choose between raising their child and often going back to work full-time as little as two weeks after giving birth!)

the genesis code... well, it kinda sucked. it was like someone took the formula for the da vinci code, introduced a different puzzle, plot twist and just sort of marginally tweaked the characters, and then hoped the puzzle would be interesting enough to make it as explosive as dan brown's book. blah. i knew the "kind" of book it would be as soon as, during the opening scene, the boy was introduced just as a boy, but his teenage sister was described in sensual detail, with her long black hair and tropical green eyes... argh!! anyway, i read it during one nursing session and nap. i finished it just to find out what would happen... i mean, easy read. as mysteries go... comparing it with the tana french book afterward... just reading the first paragraph of "in the woods" 1) made me go back and read it again, because i realized i actually had to read it, not just skim the surface to find out what happens, and 2) immediately took me into the man character's mind, and into the world of that fateful 80's summer the book keeps returning to.

SORT OF SPOILER AHEAD. french's book is a new kind of mystery, in which the main puzzle DOESN'T GET SOLVED. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! i actually reread the last few pages a couple of times because i couldn't believe it. this book tells the story of a police detective near (in?) dublin who grew up in a small town nearby, where as a child one summer he disappeared in the woods with two of his friends - only he was found, and his friends were never found, and he had blood on his shoes that wasn't his, and he never remembered what happened to him. as a detective, he finds himself on a murder case in teh same woods that MIGHT be related to his own case. it's a fascinating set up, and apart from french's powerful characterizations (bar the one flaw of the the detective not being able to recognize a classic psychopath right in front of his face) and suspenseful storytelling, her writing is what drew me in. absolutely gorgeous, almost literary. didn't even feel like i was reading a "mystery" novel, until i really got into the story, and then it was sort of on and off...

that was the last of my fiction finds, this time. i'm still waiting for morgan llywelyn's "1999" to come out. alexander's "shackleton" book had perhaps its greatest impact on me from its photographs - all originals from the incredible photographer, frank hurley, who joined shackleton's crew for their historic adventure. i was sort of surprised to learn how much of their time was spent literally just bored, sitting around, stuck in the ice. still, the truly "adventurous" encounters this crew had with antarctic nature were breathtaking, and the fact that every man survived is equally breathtaking. the fact that months after the whole ordeal ended, shackleton and many of the others plunged right back into the business, even in the same places, says much about character and human nature.. at least theirs! but the photographs... these are marvels of clarity and composition, testaments to hurley's capacity AND willingness to go to any lengths to get the best shot - don't forget he had about 40 pounds of equipment to lug around! i recommend even just browsing through this book in the library or bookstore, to take a gander at these images and read briefly what went into them.

on homeschooling... just finished the holt book today, and the farenga book, more of a guide, was a quick read after that. holt's primary postulate is that children approaching the world for the first time have the best ability to learn themselves, without interference from anxious, testing adults - they learn to walk, and speak, for two examples, not by being taught, but by doing it, making mistakes without fear, trying out their own hunches until they are satisfied themselves they are doing it right, and then moving on. he argues that learning should continue to take this form all their - our - lives, and that children should be trusted to handle this on their own as much as possible. after reading on homeschooling, as well, i'd say "how children learn" is a bit of an argument for "unschooling," which i find an attractive idea in many ways, but a little weird in others. i suspect, inshallah, homeschooling in our house will develop with some structure, but probably more flexibility and freedom than not, me being the anti-organizer that i am. i like the idea of starting with subjects, or even a curriculum, but being flexible enough to follow where it leads...
anyway... the most powerful message i get from holt's book - and i plan on reading more of his work, inshallah - is to at all costs avoid stifling a child's innate love of learning and innate abilities to learn. i didn't really need to be told that... but holt's book is a great source for examples, from his own studies and experiences, of ways to let a child be and become in the best ways...

musa is up, i must go, before he starts demanding tigger videos!!!

Saturday, January 12, 2008

blahg

okay, i know that's not an original title. whoever's blog i read it on and remembered the word and forgot the blog name, credit to you!!
anyway. not much to blog about. well, i keep thinking about blogging about musa's expanding communication abilities, so here are a few examples: he says pictures (pichuz), vaseline (yaah-yeen), table (bay-buh), chairs (chuz, often mistaken for shoes (shuz) and cereal (also shuz)), button (also baybuh), and one of my favorites, "open it", rendered "ah-pu-tih-tih-tih!" always with three "tih"'s. sooo funny! he says "lulu" for both yogurt and lotion, and i don't know if it's because the words sound the same or the things in question look and smell similar? he finally, just in the past couple of days, said "nani" and "dadi" for his grandmothers, although he still refers to them as we do - "ammi" and "ma". he says "lala" for khala, but usually will use it to any picture of a youngish-looking woman with longish dark hair, too. he says a few names - kamran (kami) and akram (akwwm), and tonight he finally called one of usman's friend's "uncle" (with great glee!) after having been afraid of the poor guy for months.
he will grab at his butt and say "pee pee" when he has done either that or the other one. yesterday i was looking for something under a table and i turned to him and asked him repeatedly, "where is it?" and he started going, "wehzah? wehzah?" and looking under the table, then at me. big help huh :)
his experience having cousin raihana stay with him for several days in december was a huge blessing mashallah! random things remind him of her - he says her name, too, "ah-na-na" - and randomly he will bring up her name or her dad's, akram's. (he says lala, too, cousin, but i never know which lala he is referring to!) i think raihana taught him how to dance, because after her visit he really starts to bust a move when the music comes on.

other than that. i've had some work to do recently for my wedding photography stuff, which really got me into exploring photoshop in-depth, and i am having SO much fun with it. my latest obsession (by which i mean i will actually stay up into the wee hours trying different things with random pictures) is with the infrared effect you can implement by converting a color photograph into black and white. then there are filters, and i'm just learning to use layers, too. i've known the very basic stuff - the photojournalism stuff, like adjusting levels and clone-stamping out scratches and dust - for years, but i never really let myself play with it as much as i am now. i'll throw out some recent examples here - actually this first one, of musa, it all started with this one - i just did it randomly one day, and was surprised how much i loved it - i haven't been inspired by something artistically creative in so long.

this was a picture of musa out on the deck of one of our B&B's in nova scotia. just a standard "torn edges" sketch filter.

















i took this shot of raihana in december at our dinner table, watching musa. it was a dark shot - i wanted to use the lamplight, not flash, but i had to set the shutter speed too fast, to avoid blur. so i adjusted the levels, color curves and removed the color cast, and then applied the "dry brush" artistic filter.
















this one is from shenandoah valley, one of our favorite haunts, this past october. the brightest trees in this shot were the yellow ones. this is just converted to B&W with the infrared effect, diffuse glow filter applied, lighting adjusted.












also shenandoah, and same photoshop effects applied, but this was taken back in summer 2007.