<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055</id><updated>2009-09-09T10:31:00.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on the Modern World</title><subtitle type='html'>A brief look at how our times and we (as people) change. 
Social anthropologists welcome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-7002875929426304118</id><published>2009-01-29T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:44:48.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading Into the Mists of Time</title><content type='html'>One of the hardest parts of aging is losing those who were part of my younger years. No one remembers me as a child. Fewer and fewer remember me as a teenager. My childhood television stars are all long gone. The faces of the people I grew up trusting to teach me about the world outside are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made new friends, learned much including how to move on. However, that does not take away the hurt or the loss of bits of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-7002875929426304118?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/7002875929426304118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/7002875929426304118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7002875929426304118' title='Fading Into the Mists of Time'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-6273889152903002068</id><published>2007-12-29T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T15:33:43.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, I was the recipient of the generosity of an old fashioned jewish gentleman. This was in NYC and I was asking for information and a bit of help. What I received was not only my problem solved, but a wonderful new item that I would treasure to this day. When I asked if I could pay/repay the favor, I was told "pass it forward". That was 1976/7 and I have never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many in my parents generation understood this philosophy. In part this was their immigrant heritage. If someone had not taken the first step and then helped the people behind them, we would not have all the wonderful things we take foregranted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was reading about a beautiful example of this philosophy - scholarships to educational  institutions; in particular, John W. Kluge. In the 1930's he was a poor immigrant who wanted to attend an Ivy League school. Columbia granted him an academic scholarship. Kluge graduated with honors, became a successful businessman and philanthropist. Over the years he gave over $110 million to Columbia and recently pledged an additional $400 million for scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of us don't have the same financial ability as Kluge, we all have the same ability to make life better for others. Whether you give time, money or things - we all need to pass it forward. In this day, with all its horrors and evil around the world, we need to be the counter balance. We all can make this world a little better - each in his own way. Who knows, the person you help may be another Kluge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-6273889152903002068?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/6273889152903002068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/6273889152903002068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6273889152903002068' title='Pay it Forward'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-115005284645081714</id><published>2006-06-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:07:26.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a product of my generation?/Fathers</title><content type='html'>I know I don't blog often here, but I do have more deep thoughts than I share here -- just have not found the time to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 2 TV shows recently that made comments about "baby boomers" that made me think. The first was with Tom Brokaw on a talk show. The comments revolved about the evolving role of "Dads" primarily, but also about "bread winners". Dads from the prior generation - the first half of the 20th C - were "content" to work one job all their lives - to do what ever it took to put food on the table and a house over their heads. As a result they were uninvolved with the raising of the children on a "daily" level. They also did not understand the need for individuality that so many of the "baby boomers" exhibited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were raised in the first half of the 20th C., your priorities were different. I look at my parents and know that while they prized happiness, personal security was more important. They both made sacrifices to ensure that we had more than the basics and that I was given every possible opportunity "to get ahead". Dad worked 3 jobs most of his life to ensure that Mom and I were very well cared for. It was a point of pride for him and he did it with love for his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I chose to leave my job at the Bank, making a salary that was more than my Dad ever made, and go into consulting, it was hard for my Dad to understand. He was concerned for my security. We talked about the fact that they had given me a good education, a belief in my own abilities, and that in a worst case scenario I could temp and still make expenses. Although I must have had part of my Dad in me; as I had put by a years worth of expense money and had already lined up a 2nd years worth of contracts before I left the Bank. While Dad wasn't happy about it, he understood my need and lovingly gave me his support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that my uncle, my father's brother did not understand. He saw it as "being financially irresponsible" and that I could not be trusted with money. That I needed to have someone else as overseer. It was the "security" priority that I was missing in his view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brokaw discussion went on to comment that "baby boomers" wanted individuality and "happiness" more. This resulted in an unwillingness to work as hard as the prior generation at a job, unwillingness to just take any job, bouncing around between companies, and lots of people who retired early. They wanted to do something more with their time than work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I resemble this remark. I left the Bank and haven't looked back since. I want more from my life than the job. I am not the job. My happiness is more important and "the job" is not where I find my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On PBS I happened on Reclaiming Your American Dream with Will Marre, which you can find &lt;a href ="http://www.americandreamproject.org"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;. In it he asks "Are you living your dream life?". Of course he then goes on to talk about how you can identify what it is, but mostly it is aking - what makes you happy? Then you evaluate each portion of your life and what you can do to improve it. A lot of the "improvement" is realizing the need to change the way each of us thinks about our world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not living my dream life, I have taken steps toward it - spouse/relationship and where I have choosen to live (location and the home itself). So as a late baby boomer (born in 1955) - a member of the "me" generation, am I just a representative of the era I live in? I would like to think that I'm more unique than that, but maybe I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that since I've been out of school, another sub-discipline of social psychology has developed - the field of Positive Psychology. In short - happiness. The U of Penn seems to be a leader in this area. Guess I'll need to check this &lt;a href = "http://www.authentichappiness.sas.upenn.edu/"&gt;out &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things in life is managing personal change. Hopefully all our lives we continue to grow and develop. Sometimes it is the result of external events and sometimes internal. This last year has been one of change for me and it seems to be continuing at a fairly rapid rate. However, this also means that there are lots more uncertainties in my life. I look toward tools that give me feedback. Whether I accept the feedback as true or not, is a separate process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandmother, who was the impetus for this blog, was one of the most personally insightful and interesting people that I'd ever met. I'd like to think that I take after her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-115005284645081714?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/115005284645081714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/115005284645081714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115005284645081714' title='Am I a product of my generation?/Fathers'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-112352840568281973</id><published>2005-08-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:13:25.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News or Entertainment:Both But</title><content type='html'>Today with the passing of news journalist Peter Jennings, I was musing over the changes I've seen in this field. When I was a child I grew up with Cronkite and Huntley/Brinkley. These men were very much in the image of Edward R. Murrow who pioneered the field. They gave the facts and as much information as they had. Sometime they were sentimental, but always hard nosed about the facts. They maintained a balance between information and not being too intrusive into personal issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the next round of national journalists including Peter Jennings, Tom Brokaw, and Dan Rather. They had a much tougher battle to fight. The "Information Age" - information coming quicker, wider audience, more educated audience, less devoted audience, and much more competition in both the forms of information delivery and demand for attention of the audience. How to balance it all? Not easy by any mean. Journalism has always had an element of entertainment, the problem is how to not let that element overwhelm the job of getting the information out in an as unbiased way as possible. Peter Jennings did remarkable well even when the pressure of making the news more mainsteam and more thrilling became intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the great good fortune of being present at a Fred Friendly Seminar. It was a special one done on first amendment issues with a local panel. For those not familiar with Fred Friendly, he was a partner of Edward R. Murrow in creating See It Now. He was a believer in looking deep into topics of our personal freedoms and all the various things that affect it. He was Executive Producer at CBS of CBS Reports and President when 60 Minutes was introduced. In 1974 he became a Professor of Journalism at Columbia University and started a series of seminars on Media and Society. Out of this came a couple PBS series including Ethics in America. The last in this series was on Privacy and Journalism and Peter Jennings was one of the panelists. These are all worth watching time and again, but this last one on the "limits of the public's right to know" was, I thought, exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for programs that make you think - check out the website for &lt;a href="http://www.fredfriendly.org"&gt;the Fred Friendly Seminars on TV&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering - I currently like Ted Koppel and Cokie Roberts. Charlie Rose when he is at his most intense with questions is also well worth tuning in. Otherwise, I think there is a real void out there for good reporting of world news (versus business news).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-112352840568281973?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/112352840568281973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/112352840568281973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112352840568281973' title='News or Entertainment:Both But'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-112033047625186861</id><published>2005-07-02T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:54:36.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Sunshine in a Bite of Fruit</title><content type='html'>I grew up with fruit as part of the diet. But more importantly getting the best fruit, and vegetables, was part of a way of life. When we lived in San Francisco, grandma and grandpa lived downstairs and we lived upstairs. Bright and early on Saturday morning Grandpa, Dad and I would go to the Farmers Market on Alemany in San Francisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would try to get there before the crowds - 8 am or earlier if we could manage it. We would walk the stalls where farmers were literally selling off the backs of their trucks. The market was made of cement bays where the trucks would backup and could off load boxes or just put down the tail gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmers would offer their wares, with free tastes to those walking by. If you bought 2 lbs of fresh peas the farmer would add in an extra handful with a big grin. We would buy the weeks fruits and vegetables. When we couldn't carry anymore, we would return to the car. Next to the market was a store that sold primarily to the Mexican community. We would stop for fresh hot corn tortillas and fresh tamales some weeks, as well. During the summer when the anaheim chiles came in, we would buy a couple dozen and make chili rellenos from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, after we moved down the Peninsula, Dad and I would get up early and go to the market during the summer months. It was the only time I ever saw my Dad unshaven. We would leave around 6:30 am and return laden with produce by 9 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats fresh! I am pleased to see the small farmers markets opening up all over. Our local one is open 9-2 on Saturdays May to November. But it just isn't the same some how. Little can compete with all the bustle and wonderful smells of fresh produce of a large farmers market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my bowl of fruit - a white nectarine, 2 apricots, 5 black mission figs, 6 plump strawberries - the ones with the fragile skins that never get near a grocery store, and a handful of rasberries so plump they fall apart and squish if you look at them crosswise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-112033047625186861?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/112033047625186861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/112033047625186861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112033047625186861' title='A Bit of Sunshine in a Bite of Fruit'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-111134727568408834</id><published>2005-03-20T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T11:34:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't have to Iron the Napkins --- Really I Don't</title><content type='html'>I was brought up to set a nice table for guests. You used a white or off white tablecloth. You used the good china. You used the good silver. The tablecloth and napkins were ironed -- if not by the French Laundry then by Mom. The china sparkled. The silver was polished and touched up if there was any tarnish discovered when the table was set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of times I've had friends over for dinner in the dining room. I used a washable tablecloth that didn't need ironing -- boy was that hard to do. Breaking all that training. I did use napkins which had been ironed. I did use the silver and polished it/touched it up. I did use the good china.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the modern world time flies so fast I don't have time to spot, wash, partially dry, and then iron a tablecloth. It means I would need to find 3-4 hours of time that I wasn't focused on other things. Once in a blue moon I do the whole bit, but if I want to do more entertaining I need to give myself permission to do it less formally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can use the placemats and napkins that just get thrown in the washing machine and dryer -- and don't need to be ironed. I can use the kitchen table (a very nice redwood table) and have friends in the kitchen for dinner. I can use the kitchen china - which is very nice vintage Spode and not get out the Minton or the Lenox. I can use the nice stainless or the silverplate - I don't need to get out the sterling silver. I can use fun glassware and it doesn't need to match. I DO need to set a nice table and be a good hostess by making my friends comfortable (and of course well fed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not less by doing it differently. Times change and "casual" is just fine. Boy is that a hard lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-111134727568408834?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/111134727568408834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/111134727568408834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111134727568408834' title='I Don&apos;t have to Iron the Napkins --- Really I Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-111108826539122400</id><published>2005-03-17T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:37:45.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Beyond Yourself</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile since I've blogged on this board, but sometimes life just happens. Sometimes we let it happen to us and sometimes we make it happen. Sometimes we just go along for the ride and sometimes we fight the whole way. And sometime we lose our direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short I was so busy doing I lost sight of what was important - just being! We only travel here once (maybe more, but I'm not counting on it) and we need to make it count. At the very least make it count for yourself. Then you can reach out and make a difference for others. I thought I made a difference for others and I probably did. But in the confusion that reigned after, I lost sight of me. I reacted without thought. I let others define me. No more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said she thought this would be a water shed year for me. Maybe so. I'm letting my hair go gray/white. I'm doing more to get myself in shape. I am doing projects I've wanted to do for awhile. But the funny thing, is the more I do for me the easier it is to share - it and myself. I find myself reaching out to others to draw them in and share the fun and knowledge. I find I can be kind (see prior post) and it is real. I still will have my own style, but it need not be as defiant. I will go my way and if other want to come along - wonderful. If not, as least I will have done what I feel the need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the other thing. Listen to your feelings. When life happens to us we lose our way when we don't listen to that inner voice. Mine is saying have fun - be happy. And so I'll work toward that. I hope you will too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-111108826539122400?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/111108826539122400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/111108826539122400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111108826539122400' title='Looking Beyond Yourself'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-109233669187745277</id><published>2004-08-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:51:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Nice</title><content type='html'>How many times have we heard the " you get more with honey than vinegar" or variations there of? While I have always tried to be polite in my dealings with people, I now find that I am changing and trying to be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of this is that I am happy and so have less that I have to fight for in my daily life. I think part is that I no longer  have to deal with the business world on a daily basis from the inside and so have fewer frustrations and battles in my daily life. I think part is that I live in an area that is more "laid back" than city or central suburbs and so the people around me are not as pushy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was nice - everyone thought so, not just me. I was never "nice" or "kind" - heaven forbid!  I just was me. Now for some reason there has been this change. I actually try to smile at people I don't know. I've always struck up conversations with people where ever I went, but now even more so. Some how I've fallen into this place of NICE people and I feel like an alien has taken me over. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-109233669187745277?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/109233669187745277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/109233669187745277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109233669187745277' title='Be Nice'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-108812551502031859</id><published>2004-06-24T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:05:15.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>The recent death of 2 friends - one with whom the friendship was beginning and one of over 30 years, forcibly reminded me that you should not put off saying or doing the important things in life. It is a lesson that is too easy to forget. So here are a few things I've been musing over as to how I want to live my life - going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell people you love them, don't think about, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;- Listen more, talk less.&lt;br /&gt;- People are what is important, not things.&lt;br /&gt;- Spend time with those you care about.&lt;br /&gt;- Demand the best of your self and others and you may get it. Time is too short for 2nd best.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't say something nasty, because it may be the last thing you ever say or say to that person.&lt;br /&gt;- Do good deeds and when others thank-you, tell them to pass it forward.&lt;br /&gt;- Stop and do what feels good to you at least 5 minutes of every day.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't try to change others, change what you can - yourself - be happy.&lt;br /&gt;- Live life. It may be the only one you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-108812551502031859?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108812551502031859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108812551502031859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812551502031859' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-108328148424703237</id><published>2004-04-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T16:40:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History is not so very long ago</title><content type='html'>Went to a special event this week. I graduated from the School of International Affairs (now the School of International and Public Affairs) of Columbia University in the City of New York in 1978. This year is the 250th Anniversary of the University. It was founded as Kings College by George II. So to commemorate this event, Columbia sponsored a film about the University and the event was the screening of the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film was made by Columbia graduate Ric Burns who is a noted historical film maker.  Among other things he did the 3 hour American Experience on the World Trade Center that was recently on PBS. While Columbia paid for the film it had no editorial input on the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fascinating to see the film and the changes the University went through from its first foundings. Most of the changes that make Columbia what it is happened during the 20th C. When I was there, Columbia College still was not admitting women. If you were a woman you went to Barnard, but could take classes in the College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia was a wonderful experience for me from a learning perspective. At first I was concerned that I wasn't learning anything. Then I realized that what I was learning, was how to question, how to think and analyze. It was a most profound change in me. In fact it is what my whole career was about - but that is another topic for musing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film also brought out the fact that they don't coddle you there and that if you find your feet, you can survive anywhere. VERY TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other truths:&lt;br /&gt;- it was the first time I felt what hate was. I lived in NY - on the edge of Harlem and people looked at me, didn't know me, and projected hate. It was tangible.&lt;br /&gt;- I was a lesser being. I had gone to a state school (University of California Berkeley) not an ivy league school. I came from upper middle class parents whose net worth was less than $1 Million and didn't do the country club or debutante route.&lt;br /&gt;- I was a Jew, but not a jew - a western jew - a reform jew.&lt;br /&gt;- I was in a great cultural center and could visit museums and the performing arts as much as time would allow.&lt;br /&gt;- it was a time of great hope for the future. Carter was in the White House and it looked like Middle East peace could be a reality.&lt;br /&gt;- it was a time of change. My class was a third to half women and we were getting top notch jobs upon graduation.&lt;br /&gt;- it was a time of personal growth. No longer was I just someone's daughter or preparing to become someone's wife, I was becoming me and I could handle anything that came my way.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wasn't blind to the problems around me, but they weren't going to stop me. It was an interesting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-108328148424703237?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108328148424703237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108328148424703237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108328148424703237' title='History is not so very long ago'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-108094551286061968</id><published>2004-04-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:45:28.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dumbing Down of America</title><content type='html'>I know that I'm not the first to get frustrated with the phenomena of the dumbing down of nearly everything we encounter. It is just that with the passing of Alistair Cooke - with his wonderfully delicious way with the english language and thoughtful insights into life, that it becomes more poignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 2nd grade I read at the 6th grade level. In the 6th grade I worked my way through all the John Dickson Carr and Margery Allinghams I could get my hands on. I loved reading and the flow of words across the paper. In the 9th grade, we had a book - 100 days to a Better Vocabulary. It is a very good book for expanding ones vocabulary, but I already knew most of the words. Most of my peers struggled to get 50% on the exam each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began work in 1980, they sent me to a Writing for Business class. In short, my memos were to be written at no higher than a high school level and any procedures no higher than 8th grade. If a word was longer than 8 letters or 3 syllables, it was suspect. I understand the need, but I deplore the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching the news as I grew up with Cronkite and Chancellor and others. They used language as well as pictures to get information and concepts across. I remember the facility they had with language and while I'm sure it was still carefully edited for really unusual words, it was still far more exacting than what we hear today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language use can be like a dance. We see it rarely now on shows like West Wing, Charlie Rose, and Nightline. I miss the give and take that included double and triple entendres -- people don't even think in terms of them any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't have the language skills to exactly express what we mean, then how can we be expected to understand difficult and multi-layered concepts? We forget to question what goes on around us. We lose interest in getting to the truth, because it is buried so deep in muck that we can't even see its glimmer. We lose the facility to think clearly. Perhaps the reason we are seeing so many people with Alzheimers is because we forgot how to do the mental gymnastics to keep our brains sharp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever the reason, each one of us in our own way needs to fight this trend. Teach your children well. Read a "good" book periodically. Exercise your vocabulary with Crossword Puzzles - at least at the New York Times level. Use your vocabulary to say what you mean and mean what you say.  It can't hurt and can only help - you and the world around you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-108094551286061968?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108094551286061968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108094551286061968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094551286061968' title='The Dumbing Down of America'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-108060852893749579</id><published>2004-03-29T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T17:05:44.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies Welcome</title><content type='html'>My husband added reblogger so that I can have some instant feedback on my comments. I will look forward to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-108060852893749579?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108060852893749579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108060852893749579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108060852893749579' title='Replies Welcome'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6682055.post-108041075329038304</id><published>2004-03-27T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T10:09:25.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial Posting</title><content type='html'>Today I launch my new blog. For years I have had conversations with myself about the way our world has been changing and we along with it - for better or worse.  The conversations have been with myself, because (1) I haven't been brave enough to share, (2) I didn't think my circle of friends would have been interested (this part is changing now), and (3) I didn't have the energy or time to set my thoughts down on paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was a fascinating woman and she thought she lived through fascinating times. I was fortunate to have her put some of her story on tape, but I really wish I had been able to set down all her musings on her changing times. I know that social anthropologists would have been fascinated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I will post my musings here from time to time. I hope my readers find them interesting and that someday my thoughts will help others better understand our times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6682055-108041075329038304?l=not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108041075329038304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6682055/posts/default/108041075329038304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-your-grandmas-world.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041075329038304' title='Initial Posting'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02218482012954304519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17028472165491146211'/></author></entry></feed>