Archive for June, 2014

In order to become a hipster, one must first segway into geek to fully become a hipster.

Burr Settles applied a coordinate system to words that frequently appear in tweets with the words “nerd” and “geek.”  The x-axis represent the frequency with which a word that was used with the word “nerd” and likewise, the y-axis with “geek.”  I underlined words that I would either use to describe my interests, words I use often, or words that I frequently hear other people use to describe me.  It’s pretty heavy on the nerd side.  Hipster is nestled in with the geek side (noted in red) but just by a smidgen.




















When my son was a preschooler, he didn’t subscribe to ideas of mythical figures.  He, like I did as a child, felt that it was his humanitarian service to other children to expose the hoax.  We agreed to esteem the wholesomeness of the mythical figures, but agree in front of other children that we would save face and share an inside joke.  Being firstborn, we assumed that he would set the standard for his siblings.  Apparently, his sister marches to the beat of her own drummer.  She is not privy to the ruse, but wholeheartedly embraces it. (Then again, I’m not entirely sure. She may be playing me too.)

My daughter lost her third tooth.  She had heard a rumor that sometimes the tooth fairy brings chocolate instead of money.  She lost the first two teeth on the same day, so she’s only had one experience before this with the tooth fairy.  She’s still learning the ropes.  I inquired, “What do you think the tooth fairy brings?”  Her face was suddenly all of the beautiful things of childhood.  She paused and answered, “I think it must be money and chocolate.  I know!  It MUST be those gold coins that are filled with chocolate.”  I was imagining Venn diagrams in her head coupled with the wonder of a snaggle-toothed child.  I had to make this happen.

My son and I set out on a late night adventure.  The short version of the story is that we went to four stores, ask a lot of clerks foolish sounding questions, but finally found success (chocolate replicas of monetary units) in the store very close to our house minutes before it closed.  Aha!  This tooth fairy was already a little exhausted, but effective to this point.

When we returned home, I heard the little voices of my daughters (much too late) and my husband upstairs.  They were too excited to sleep, according to my four year old.  My husband had visited them to remind them that they needed to put more effort into sleeping.  So, I took the opportunity to verify that the tooth was in an easily retrievable apparatus and placed properly…for the tooth fairy.  I also reminded them that fairies don’t visit little girls who stay up to see them.  I was anticipating the excitement the next morning when my daughter found that the she really did get gold coins.

Eventually, I crashed into my bed and woke up the next morning in a panic to replace that tooth with the ever important gold coins.  I crept into the room…only to find my toothless darling missing.  I checked her sister’s bed.  I found a pile of blankets and stuffed animals, but no little girls and no tooth.  I was beginning to develop a second reason to panic.

I checked the closet.  There, in the brightness of fluorescent lighting were my two sweet princesses.  I felt under the pillow for the tooth but found nothing.  I reached again and pulled out…a fake pirate coin?  I was utterly confused.  But right before I hunted again, my daughter woke.  I had been caught.  I was holding both the fake coin that was under the pillow and the gold coins in the other hand.  I was confused.  So was she.  She said, “Good morning, Mommy.  The tooth fairy came but she only left me this fake coin.  What are you holding?”  Off the cuff, I insisted, “That doesn’t make any sense!  The tooth fairy was confused.  She knew that there was a tooth under your pillow, but she couldn’t find it.  She told me that she would leave the gold coins with me, but I can only trade them for the tooth so that she can come back and get it.”

My four year old chimed in, “It’s over here in the night stand drawers.  I hid it and replaced it with a coin so that my sister would have something.”  Now, let me get this straight.  The four year old knew that no magic would really be taking place, so she high jacked the tooth herself before I got to it…to preserve her older sister’s spirit.  That’s both endearing and frustrating.

The girls shared the chocolate coins, but I missed sharing the moment of discovery.  I hope that in a few years, she appreciates the humor of the backstory of her gold coins.  Then again, it might be sooner rather than later because she found my back up stash and asked why I had two packs for only one tooth.