Diane Rhem had a fascinating and timely show on yesterday, discussing the book The Big Disconnect with its author, Catherine Steiner-Adair. She proposes, rather simply, I thought, that screen time affects our neurology and our interactions with others, and that therefore we should consider carefully the effects of screen use, especially for younger children. Based on my own experiences, both raising children and teaching, not to mention in my own social life, I thought she was right on track. What really amazed me was the backlash she received in the comments. It really brought home to me how desperately we are attached to our “devices”. I suggest listening, it will be an hour well spent.
And I do realize the irony of my blogging from a tablet to point out the dangers of technology and children. When we start our Catholic Worker paper, maybe it will be different. In the meantime, I guess I’m using what’s available. And I would like to note that I stopped this post in the middle to make breakfast for Samantha. Which was a struggle, because I wanted to finish. And now Clare is up, so I’ll be signing off. Check out the show, though. I will be hunting down a copy of the book.
And a post script – After grocery shopping and lunch, it took three more interruptions to check that what I wrote earlier actually made sense. Which is why the title of this blog is what it is. And the link is below, in case the one at the top of the post has issues. Still not trusting this tablet completely.
Well, I thought I needed more poetry in my life, so I wrote some. (By some, I mean one short poem.) And subscribed to the Writer’s Almanac RSS feed. I’m not done being grumpy with NPR, but it’s hard for me to stay mad a Garrison Keillor for long. In other news, the girls and I have all had a simultaneous cold, but the suffering should be over soon. As should school – two more days and exams for me! Despite how ready I was for the end, it has snuck up very quickly. And without further adieu or any more sentences beginning with conjunctions (don’t tell my English teacher)…here is the poem, incomplete, perhaps, and titleless as yet, but my first in a very long time.
On my hip
is where you belong,
Between these hips you rode
for nine long
Through these hips you passed
Turning that long
On this hip,
you sit watching, learning,
reaching with your short
for what catches your eye.
In my arms,
on my hip,
is where you belong,
Here is the letter I sent to NPR. I actually had to break it into two for the emails, because of the 6,000 character limit, but I think that may have actually helped each topic to recieve proper focus. I don’t really expect anything to come of this, but there is this tiny hope that they’ll read a couple of lines of mine on air. Mine, instead of the thousands of other comments they get each week. I can dream, right?
Anyway, if you are wondering what I’m talking about, read the previous post and the links in it, and hopefully you’ll see why I thought I should say something. So after all the stalling, here it is… Continue reading “As Promised…”
Sometimes NPR makes me sad. These two stories ran back to back on Monday, and I’m trying to decide which part to focus my angry/disappointed/how can people really think this way?! letter on. (The text on the page is not the same as the story that you’ll hear if you click the “Listen Now” button at the top – they cut whole paragraphs, but actually come out as two significantly different stories.)
And by the way, the Guttmacher Institute who did the study at the beginning of the first article (50% of US pregnancies are unplanned) is basically Planned Parenthood. Who funds NPR, and is funded by several of the same huge endowments/foundations which keep NPR running. (In case you were curious, as I was, about any potential bias here.) When/if the angry letter gets written, I’ll post a copy here. We have a wedding in Houston this weekend and I have a long day at school tomorrow, so it may be a while.