Halloween Roundup

There are a lot of resources on Halloween out there, and there are plenty of fun links to try too.

Here are my past writings on Halloween:

Alternately, here are a few Halloween links:

A Truly Terrifying Tale

Do you believe in ghosts?

I don’t know whether I should believe in ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties, but there certainly are things that go bump in the night, and there are many real things to fear in the world.

Picture this, if you will: a family who moves into a dilapidated house built around 1870 begins to hear strange noises at night. They see frightening apparitions, experience odd dreams and headaches… suddenly, their house plants die. The children become listless and no longer play, caring about nothing, while the adults feel a persistent chill in the air.

At last, the servants tell the homeowners the house is haunted.

And it is.

Highlight the paragraph below, written in white text, for the genuinely chilling solution to the mystery.

There are no ghosts involved at all. Instead, the house of horror is haunted by a common killer–carbon monoxide, which slays approximately 500 people each year in the U.S. alone. The deadly gas, spewing from the furnace, which was “in bad shape,” caused all the symptoms, all the strangeness, everything.

Click here to learn how the family figured it out.

What I Learned from High School Sports

I learned a lot from participating in extracurricular activities in high school, which is a good thing, because I spent an awful lot of time on them. I was in golf and tennis, sure, but I was also in concert band and choir, as well as the jazz band and the marching band. And I was in knowledge bowl, math league and three school plays a year.

Some of these activities are competitive, and some are not. I learned from all of them.

All the music had competitive contests, in which I did always did very badly as an individual. I worked hard, and I did my best, and I loved it, but I was horrible. When I was with a group I did better, perhaps bolstered by other people’s talent.

I was also awful at golf and moderately mediocre at tennis. I enjoyed golf practice, when a group of friends was playing with me, and dreaded golf meets, in which you had to play with a bunch of strangers. I liked tennis practice, and had a great time playing doubles (I wasn’t fast enough to be a good singles player) at meets.

I joined math league purely because my friends were in it, and I don’t think I scored a more than two points the whole time. (Incidentally 2 was also how many points I made in my 2 years playing junior high basketball.) That was okay, because my coach knew better than to put me on the team of people whose numbers counted, and I still got to go along with the group and hang out.

I loved knowledge bowl, and rattling off trivia answers as part of a team was awesome. And I was good at it, too. My team usually did well.

One of the three plays was competitive. We never did well, but we generally ran crowd-pleasing comedies, whereas to win at a contest you had to perform something artsy and depressing, preferably something where someone experiences a horrific loss or dies. If they do both, it’s pretty much an automatic win.

One of the plays was a musical. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, so I either had a bit part in the chorus or a small non-singing part.

But when I go back and think about all the extracurriculars, I realize they taught me a lot about myself and how I interact with others, and what I like and don’t like:

  1. I liked working cooperatively in groups. If those groups competed with other groups, great! If they didn’t, also great! But I enjoyed teams best.
  2. I wasn’t very athletic or musical, but with a lot of work I did see improvements. It’s not just talent, it’s hard work, too.
  3. Some of it is talent. I sing every day and I’m still awful. It can’t be helped.
  4. Winning is a lot more fun than losing. Losing feels worse when you’re on a team, because you let down the team.
  5. I hate math. But if taking short math tests is what I have to do to hang around with my friends, I’m gonna do it, because people are more important than specific activities.
  6. I’m not too good at math.
  7. A driver to the back of the head really, really hurts, especially if the golfer has lots of muscles.

Probably the most valuable points here are the first three, with an option on 6 and 7.

#1 is why I love working in a newsroom. We’re a motivated group working to beat the clock, and sometimes, to beat other news organizations. Sometimes there’s some friction but we’re all on the same side working together, and it’s so much fun!

#2 is important, because the things you’re horrible at in life will greatly outnumber the things you’re good at. With work and a bit of cleverness you can compensate.

For example, I am horrible at remembering where I have left objects, so I leave my keys on the floor in front of my door every night so I can’t lock myself out. Another example: My thoughts tend to jump around from topic to topic, so my writing sometimes lacks transitions. I’ve been working on that in my newspaper articles–I hope you’re able to tell.

#3 is a sad fact of life. I will never be a ballerina or a professional basketball player or a musician. I can still enjoy singing, particularly if it’s in a soundproof room as far from human habitation as possible. Making people’s ears bleed isn’t nice.

Sports and extracurriculars can teach you all sorts of other things too.

You can learn how you function on a team, what parts you play well (leader, encourager, creative or steady worker, problem-solver, observer) and how other people think. You can learn how to form strategies and implement them, whether it’s a football play or determining who answers the question in knowledge bowl. You can learn how to compete against yourself as an individual in a sport like golf or math league, where you have separate results. You can learn how to win graciously and how to lose gracefully.

Through failure, you learn how to adjust the plans you’ve made, and compensate for past mistakes. Through success, you learn what works and what accomplishing goals means: new goals, new challenges, new expectations and new competition.

You can learn a lot, in other words.

Why Sports Are Important to Schools

When I was a young geekette, I did not understand why sports can be so important to a school.

I bitterly resented how much time and attention athletics got at my school. They took up several pages of the tiny weekly newspaper every single week, and they got an awful lot of glory and attention for being able to throw a ball, run fast, or hit something really hard.

Meanwhile, here I was, slaving every day in school to get good grades. Here were all the art students, creating gorgeous sculptures, wacky airbrushed portraits and ceramic bowls day after day. Here were all the math league kids, who had frightening trigonometric formulas completely memorized, and seemed to be some sort of math ninjas. Here were the theater geeks, who memorized lines and blocking and could make you laugh until you cried, or cry until you laughed. Here were all the writers, who could crank out poetry or prose with equal facility. Here were the band and choir kids, who loved music and constantly made hilariously irreverent jokes.

There were so many other students who deserved recognition in the newspaper.

And this is still true. Many students do go unrecognized. Newspapers only have so much space and time.

However, times were changing even when I was still in school. They started giving out academic letters, and you could letter in music. The local newspaper did cover us whenever it could.

And now I realize that many students who play sports also go quietly unrecognized. And then there are the kids who love sports and serve as managers, keep stats or just go to the game every week to cheer.

What I didn’t understand when I was still in school is how much of an impact sports can have on the lives of the kids who are in it.

And mind you, I was in sports myself until the middle of 10th grade. I loved tennis and although I never really learned to love golf, I had fun when I was in it. Tennis was the best, because my friends were in it, and we played all sorts of games and drills during the practices. I really liked tennis.

At the same time, I never needed tennis.

I was always going to stay in school. It would no more have occurred to me to drop out of school than it would have occurred to me to fly into space by flapping my arms to talk to the Martians about spearfishing and pink polka-dotted umbrellas.

Not every kid is like that. Some kids stay in school specifically so that they can play sports. Some kids keep their grades up–enabling them to at least get a high school diploma and maybe even go to college–specifically so that they can be in sports.

Sports can serve as a worm on a hook to get kids to stay in school or work on their grades.

Then there are the financials. Some sports directly make money, through ticket sales. Others do not.

However, the state government distributes money to schools based on the number of students. If one student stays in school who would have otherwise dropped out, that’s something like $8,000-$9,000 in a school’s pocket. (Those are the Minnesota numbers, and they are a little old, mind you.) While one student obviously doesn’t pay for a sports program, if there are several of those kids on a team it could make sense from a financial standpoint to spend money on sports.

Clearly that does go for the arts and all the other extracurriculars, such as speech and knowledge bowl, too, but most of the students I remember struggling hard to stay eligible were studying hard so they could be in sports.

I don’t think there are any easy answers to how much funding and attention athletics should get in a school, but I do think they keep kids in school–and that’s a goal held dear by educational institutions and geeks too.

High School Sports in a Small Town

Jamestown’s football coach has retired, after a painful 0-9 season and a bit of controversy.

I’m not going to comment on that, but I did have an interesting conversation about the role of athletics in schools this morning with two other people. There are so many topics of discussion here, I might end up breaking them down into several posts, even though I myself rarely if ever watch high school sports anymore.

My parents watch them all the time. My mom and dad live in Jackson, so they go to quite a few Jackson games, and my dad works in Spirit Lake, Iowa, so they also go to quite a few Spirit Lake games.

They do it to be involved in kids’ lives, but they also do it because they have a genuine appreciation for the sports they watch. Mom can discuss volleyball tactics and the strengths and weaknesses of the players she sees on a regular basis just like the sports guys at the Sun can discuss players in the NFL. Dad knows all the kids by name, even the ones who aren’t in his church, and he knows their parents too. Between them both, they could tell you what positions kids play in all the sports they’re in.

Nothing brings a small town together like high school sports in good times.

Unfortunately, when high school sports hit bad times, nothing can really divide a town that much either.

Though I have absolutely no data to support this, parents seem to be more heavily involved in their children’s extracurricular activities than ever before, and while this is a good thing in some ways, it can be a very bad thing in other ways. There’s nothing wrong with second-guessing a coach, and most coaches are reasonably happy to sit down with a parent and discuss why certain decisions are made.

It can be tempting, however, to go too far. I don’t know where that line is, and clearly, coaches who are genuinely abusive should never get a pass. However, I’ve heard some criticism of various coaches over the years that really crossed the line. Some parents seem determined to micromanage.

Mine never did. They might have thought my brother or I should have been handled differently from time to time, but I don’t remember them ever saying anything horrible about our coaches, even though we had a controversial one or two over the years.

Coaching is a difficult job. I do believe coaching makes a difference and can make a good team great or a bad team worse. However, it’s only one of many factors that go into building a team.

By all means, communicate with the coach. If you think he or she is doing something wrong, tell them so, but do it in a respectful way in a one-on-one setting. For one thing, it’s politeness pure and simple. For another thing, it’s a lot more likely to be persuasive than shouting and invidious name-calling.

Where Planes Go to Die and Other Strange Images

What happens to an airplane when it’s lived out its natural life and needs to be retired, as new standards are adopted and new safety equipment becomes essential?

I don’t usually think about these things too much, personally.

Partly it’s because Toy Story contains a lot of fridge horror, and I don’t like to think about how inanimate objects get sad and lonely when I don’t use them. I already have to worry about treating people ethically. When I have to worry about the ethical implications of dropping a pencil between the seats in my car and how it will send that pencil into a catastrophic spiral of depression? No.

Sorry. I’m drawing the line right after picking earthworms up off the sidewalk and putting them back on nice safe dirt, saving them from being squished.

But (as usual) I digress. What happens to planes when their life cycles are over?

This happens to them.

I imagine they checked the organ donation box when they got their licenses. (So did I.)

He Hit You with a What?!?

Photo from Fox 4 News of Dallas-Fort Wort

A man allegedly hit a woman with a frozen armadillo in Texas recently.

Apparently everything’s weirder in Texas.

You can’t make this kind of stuff up because no one would believe you if you did.

The news comes from Fox 4 News via BoingBoing, which is a lovely repository of the weird.

I can only imagine how that conversation with the cops went.

Cop: Ma’am, tell us what happened.

Lady: I wanted to buy an armadillo from him, and–

Cop: … you wanted to buy a what?

Lady: An armadillo! They’re good eating, if you know how to cook them.

Cop: … uh, okay, ma’am. So you were going to buy this armadillo. What happened?

Lady: Well, it wasn’t just an armadillo. It was a frozen armadillo.

Cop: It… was a frozen armadillo. I didn’t know they came frozen, ma’am.

Lady: They don’t usually, but I thought I’d thaw it out on the weekend.

Cop: … all right, so you were there to purchase a frozen armadillo.

Lady: And we argued. It was very upsetting. I was very upset! He was trying to charge me way more than we’d agreed on! Far more than the going rate for armadillos!

Cop: There’s a going rate for armadillos?

Lady: Of course there is.

Cop: … yes, ma’am. He wanted to charge you too much. Then what happened?

Lady: He threw it at me!

Cop: He threw what at you?

Lady: The armadillo!

Cop: He threw the frozen armadillo at you?

Lady: Yes! And it hurt a lot! I’ve got bruises all the way from here to–

Cop, interrupting: Ma’am, you don’t have to show me, we have pictures.

Lady: Oh, right. Sorry, I get carried away.

Cop: Right. Well, that’s all we need right now, ma’am. We’ll stay in touch.

Lady: Thank you so much!

Cop, after the Lady leaves: … at least it wasn’t a frozen platypus. That would be just silly.

Head Lice Are Still a Sore Point

My editor, Kathy Steiner, had the idea for doing a story on head lice, having talked to some people unlucky enough to have been infested. Their attempts to get rid of the creatures constituted quite the ordeal, apparently.

As I investigated lice a little more, I found that certain aspects of the problem had no common agreement.

First, people who experienced head lice firsthand or secondhand (as parents of afflicted children) had quite a range of opinions. One mother said her children had gotten it, she’d treated them, and it was no big deal. But another called it “the scourge of adolescence.”

Second, although all health professionals told me anyone could get lice, and that it has nothing to do with cleanliness, hygiene or poverty, there is still stigma attached to head lice. A summer camp where head lice got around a bit had angry parents calling them and asking them how they could have “let” such a thing happen.

Here’s the thing: it only takes one infested kid, who may not even be showing symptoms, to spread head lice around. And you can wash your hair all you like, but it’s not going to get rid of the lice unless you’re using an anti-lice shampoo.

It isn’t as if summer camps dip children in pesticide the day they show up to camp. I seriously doubt anyone would think that was a good idea.

But still, the Central Valley Health District ladies really wanted the word to get out that anyone can get lice. It doesn’t mean you’re dirty.

Still, the gut-level revulsion lice inspires (and yes, it grosses me way, way out too) can make people extremely vehement on the subject.

When we decided to write the head lice article, I put up a notice on my facebook page about it, asking for people’s personal stories regarding the pesky insects. We also put in a little notice for the newspaper, asking folks to call in.

Unsurprisingly, I only really received one phone call offering to tell a personal story about lice– from Olga Hieb, 81, of Cleveland. Her take offered a bit of historical insight. When her brother had lice decades ago, the treatment was a kerosene wash (not currently recommended!), and then his mom put his clothes in the oven. (Lice don’t like high heat.)

I did get one other phone call about the story, however, but was unfortunately not in the office to receive it. The anonymous message on my answering machine was from a woman who seemed rather upset. There’s absolutely nothing that can identify her here, so I’m going to give you her side of the story:

“I’m calling about your article in the paper, wanting people to call in about their experiences with head lice. Actually, I think it’s kind of crude, that you want to know about people’s experiences with head lice,” she said. “What you need to know about the facts that you listed in the paper, you go right across the alley to the nurse’s office [author's note: the Central Valley Health District is on the same block as the Sun's office, and you have to cross an alley to get there], (they’ll) give you all the information you need.

“Why would you want people to call in and say they’ve had head lice? I have not had head lice since I was three years old,” she continued. “My mother picked it up from the beauty shop, but it’s embarrassing. It’s just a thing kids pick up from the school. It’s very embarrassing. Why would you do that? I don’t understand.”

I wanted to write the story because according to all the information that’s out there, you shouldn’t have to be embarrassed about getting head lice. It can happen to anyone.

At least some of the people I interviewed for the story about having had it are my friends and classmates, and they are clean and tidy. They just happened to go to a school with coat pegs instead of lockers, or had to help a patient with lice sit up to take his pills. Lice are gross, but it was certainly not their fault they got it.

And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the poor woman on the answering machine’s fault either. Thank you for calling me, and I wish I’d gotten to speak with you.

Preventing the Spread of Lice

Head lice are spread most commonly by hair-to-hair contact, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Infrequently, they are spread by sharing clothing or belongings.

The following are steps that can be taken to help prevent and control the spread of head lice:

  • Avoid head-to-head (hair-to-hair) contact during play and other activities at home, school, sports activities, playgrounds, slumber parties and camp.
  • Do not share clothing, including hats, scarves, coats, sports uniforms or hair accessories.
  • Do not share combs, brushes or towels. Disinfest combs and brushes used by an infested person by soaking them in hot water (at least 130 degrees Fahrenheit) for 5 to 10 minutes.
  • Do not lie on beds, couches, pillows, carpets or stuffed animals that have recently been in contact with an infested person.
  • Machine wash and dry clothing, bed linens and other items that an infested person wore or used during the two days before treatment using the hot water (130 degrees Fahrenheit) laundry cycle and the high heat drying cycle. Clothing and items that are not washable can be dry-cleaned or sealed in a plastic bag and stored for two weeks.
  • Vacuum the floor and furniture, particularly where the infested person sat or lay. However, spending much time and money on housecleaning activities is not necessary to avoid reinfestation by lice or nits that may have fallen off the head or crawled onto furniture or clothing.
  • Do not use fumigant sprays or fogs. They are not necessary and can be toxic if inhaled or absorbed through the skin.

All that is from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention website at www.cdc.gov. The CDC has a lot of other excellent information about lice, too, which can be found here.

More on Superheroes

Here’s a look at the versions of Batman we’ve seen throughout the years, from the campy TV show Batman all the way through to the (really) Dark Knight.

The Batman in the fifth picture is the one I remember from my youth, and he lived in a fairly dark world, considering it was an afternoon cartoon aimed at kids. He also lived in a city of glorious Art Deco beauty, a Gotham City that seemed to have been built in the 1930s and kept up beautifully.

In other superhero-related random linkage, here’s an interesting gallery of original superhero uniforms.

For those of us raised after lycra, spandex and some sort of rubbery leather stuff took over the superhero costuming industry, they look very… tactile. Real. As if Superman stopped by the drycleaner on his way home from work, or as if Wonder Woman had pondered the glories of wash-and-wear. The cloth reminds me of the wretched band uniforms we used to wear, and it was probably hotter than Hades in the summer. I guess that’s one good reason to fight crime in a bustier, Wonder Woman.

Finally, this isn’t all superhero-related, but a graphic designer came up with some images of movies that weren’t, such as a version of Kill Bill starring Marilyn Monroe and a live-action Calvin and Hobbes. It’s kinda curious how some people’s minds work, isn’t it?