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adventures in one-handed living

June 17th, 2013

It’s been not quite a week, and I’m already pretty tired of having only one functional hand. At the same time I am grateful for and taking full advantage of not being in a hard cast. Yesterday I took my little broken wing out onto the back deck to soak in some sunshine, so it doesn’t get quite as pale and shriveled as it might otherwise.

I am returning to normal functioning bit by bit. Some notable milestones:

Day 1: shaved right armpit with right hand
Day 2: operated scissors (recycling old t-shirt into cheerful splint lining!)
Day 3: made a sandwich
Day 4: buttoned my own pants (this still takes at least 20 seconds)
Day 5: operated bottle opener (critical skill)
Day 6: two-handed typing, hooray!

I look forward to the day, hopefully in the not-too-distant future, when I am once again able to fasten my own bra.


broken wrist

June 15th, 2013

Typing one-handed sucks, so I shall tell the story in pictures:

skating

rink

wrists

xray

me

(Uploading pictures is one thing I can actually accomplish one-handed, hence our spring albums on gallery have caught up to the present.)


did I mention we have a garden?

May 31st, 2013

When we started getting our first 80+ degree days (late January), our thoughts turned to vegetable growing. Plus we didn’t feel like true Austinites without a front-yard garden. Taking a pickaxe to the lawn was more fun than I expected and turned out to be a great conversation-starter with the neighbors. And once Sous figured out what was going on, she pitched in with the digging.

We’ve had luck with the square foot gardening approach since our first plot in Oakland, so we set out to build something similar. I screwed together 2x6s and painted them with some of the paint we’d gotten matched to our gray-green exterior for touch-ups. (Who wants garden beds that aren’t color-coordinated? Standards!) Getting them settled evenly in the lawn gave us another chance to use the giant level we’d bought for shed-building.

We lined the bottom of the bed with chicken wire to deter burrowing beasts and then laid down a layer of cardboard (leftover moving boxes) for weed control. The square-foot gardening bible suggests a blend of equal parts peat moss, vermiculite, and compost, so we visited our local nursery and once again spent more on dirt than we will ever take out in vegetables. The blending is pretty fun, though.

Nervous about gardening in a completely different climate, I attended a workshop put on by the extremely legit-sounding Texas A&M Agrilife Extension Service, where I learned about recommended plant types, common pests, fertilizing, and other central-Texas-specific tips. Then I had a ball with the Southern Exposure Seed Exchange catalog, ordering such exciting varietals as “Hill Country Heirloom Red Okra” and “Louisiana Purple Pod Pole Beans.” We also picked up seedlings from a few places. Our last foundational step was installing drip irrigation so no daily maintenance would be necessary. Gardens work best for us when all we have to do is occasionally pick a vegetable.

Three months later, most of the greens have bolted, but we have five tomato plants threatening to topple over, a zucchini vine colonizing the yard, three kinds of green beans snaking up their trellis, and some herbs hanging in there. Something is munching assiduously on my chard, and squirrels absconded with our first three tomatoes—perhaps a ceremonial offering to the gods of spring. The okra and peppers have disappointed so far, but I have hopes for them once it gets truly hot.


Milestones

May 28th, 2013

Big day for us here. Our 6th wedding anniversary:

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And my little jetta hit 100,000 miles.

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And then I had to pull off the highway and call a service shop because the engine was smoking.

The marriage is doing better.


recipe for a craft night

May 20th, 2013

INGREDIENTS
Crafty girls, 3-6
Wine, approx 1 bottle per crafty girl
Spanish snacks, to taste
A few ideas that you can still execute after a bottle of wine
A mess of old t-shirts
Fabric scissors, 1 pair per crafty girl
Healthy willingness to be silly

INSTRUCTIONS
Prepare snacks in advance. At start time, fold in other ingredients. Take pictures.


Debbie was here

May 12th, 2013

And it was awesome.

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why research sucks

May 10th, 2013

The story of the Oregon Medicaid study is a lovely little example of why I am no longer interested in diving into the field* of social science research. In a nutshell: in the unlikely event that anyone pays attention to your work, they will misinterpret it. There’s lots of blame to sling around for why this happens—a news media with no patience for subtleties, a populace with no education in basic statistics, various groups with various axes to grind—but it’s also due in part to unavoidable professional conventions/constraints in how you describe results.

So here’s the example. Oregon expanded Medicaid to as much of their population as they could afford to (wouldn’t it be nice to live in a state like that?), which created a neat little natural experiment for researchers, who were able to look at health outcomes for similar groups of people, only some of which had access to health care. So that’s what they did. And after a year or so, they found that most health outcomes for the group with insurance weren’t significantly (key word) better than for the group without. Hence headlines: “Medicaid doesn’t work.” “Health insurance doesn’t make you healthier.” “Obamacare is a sign of the coming apocalypse.” Measuring differences in health outcomes is more complicated, however, than just stacking people up in piles of “diabetic” and “not diabetic” and seeing which one is taller. If that were the measure, in fact, the results would have looked great for Medicaid. Because a lot of health outcomes were actually (key word) better for people who had it. But—stopping myself from describing how a regression works—it’s a lot more complicated than that. There are rules, fairly conservative professional conventions, about how you describe outcomes, and the vocabulary doesn’t line up completely with plain English. Plain English says, “there’s some good evidence that people with Medicaid coverage have better health outcomes than those without, but we need more time and more people to be absolutely convinced.” But professional conventions put the focus on that caveat: we can’t say for sure that Medicaid makes a difference, so we say, “there’s no statistically significant difference in outcomes.” And in the game of telephone that is our media, that becomes, “Medicaid doesn’t help.”

In my own professional life, one of the lines that’s always made me grind my teeth in conversations about education policy and research is, “Well, you can make statistics say anything.” And when you google “Oregon medicaid study” and scan through the descriptions, it is obviously true that people can say anything about a statistic. It’s also true that an excel error and some choices about when to start and end measurement can, oops, compromise conventional wisdom about such worldview pillars as how much national debt is a bad thing for the economy. But unless you’re a con man or the Heritage Foundation, no, you can’t make statistics say anything. It’s just that describing methods and results and limitations appropriately is hard to do without sounding like you’re making excuses, or trying to obfuscate what’s obvious. (Perhaps tellingly, given a chance to write about the study in the New York Times, one of my policy school professors didn’t even attempt to make the case for good health outcomes and simply argued for Medicaid on the strength of the study’s unequivocally positive results regarding better financial security.)

I’d like to say it’s even tougher in education research although I don’t really know enough about the medical field to argue that. But I can say that when you look at programs or school types or curricula or training programs, it’s really, really, really tough to find anything that “works,” in the sense of showing statistically significant and powerful results that are replicated in more than one place. (“Good teachers” is one of the few things we can say makes a real difference, although answers to the useful questions, “What makes a good teacher?” and “How do we get more of them?” are far from clear. Early childhood education is another one with real, measurable, good outcomes, but there’s still plenty to fight about.) It’s all very frustrating for a policy-minded person who just wants to figure out how to make things better.

In grad school, one professor told us bluntly that we all had to pick sides: research or politics. And we protested, like all dewy-eyed university students who climb on barricades, “No, no, it’s about bringing the wisdom of good science into the field, to make good policy!” And then you get picked off by mercenaries, and start considering a career in upholstery.

*I realize this metaphor is a little mixed, but diving into a field is more or less what I imagine it would be like.


allie brosh is back, thank god

May 10th, 2013

I love Hyperbole and a Half, and I’ve googled around for what ever happened to the author roughly quarterly since she posted about depression, and then nothing at all for 18 months.

So now she’s back, like a war vet.

allie

There are lots of good snippets, but I like this one: “There are flinch-y, uncomfortable things everywhere. Seeing them is inevitable. If we can laugh about some of them, maybe they’ll be less scary to look at.”


the brew & brew

May 7th, 2013

I could not be more excited for, and proud of, my friend Matt as he launches into the next, entrepreneurial part of his life. After more than a year of planning and prepping and hustling (the good kind), he, his brother, and another partner have purchased an east-side coffee shop that will become The Brew & Brew. A place where I cannot wait to hang out.

As he said in a moment of facebook reflection, “I’m trying my damnedest to make my/our dream of a simple coffee shop and bar exist so that my son can see me doing things that fundamentally matter to me.”

Way to live the dream, friend.


2 couches, both alike in dignity

April 29th, 2013

News to no one who knows me: I took an upholstery class last fall, from a local studio that used to operate the program at Austin Community College before budget cuts forced them to go private. I had a ball and have enjoyed adopting it as a new hobby. But there was also a specific purpose. Probably 40% of the furniture in our new home was generously passed to us by family, including two couches that originally belonged to my grandparents in the 60s. Beautiful bones, ragged gold velour upholstery. I didn’t take a great “before” shot, but this one will serve:

gold couch before
The sunlight makes the old upholstery look prettier and less threadbare than it had actually become.

I have always loved these couches and was thrilled to adopt them, but they were in desperate need of a facelift. Getting them reupholstered was to be our housewarming gift from my parents. After getting a choke-on-my-drink bid of $1500 plus the cost of the new fabric, however, I did a little budgeting and figured that for that price, I could take the class, buy a bunch of tools, cover the cost of my practice chair/materials, and then some. (As long as I valued my labor at $0/hour, of course. Among the lessons of the class was that upholstery is a labor-intensive business; $1500 was a totally reasonable price.) So, that’s exactly what I did.

I began couch reconstruction in February, beginning with what I think of as the “real” upholstery, i.e. that which involves staples. Then I began recovering the cushions, which could happen more gradually since it didn’t disrupt the living room.

under-upholstery

couch cushion

two-tone couch
We had two-tone couches for about a month.

The back cushions were the final step, made with new “super-soft” foam that also served as a pretty decent toddler bed for Max in the interim. While I patterned and sewed pillow covers, I listened to a Yale course on early-modern England and Bob Solomon’s Existentialism lectures. A couple of weeks ago, the couches and I became our Authentic Selves:

couch 1

couch 2

Sous is not allowed on them.