Monday, January 29, 2018

Hair

Jo and Evan change hair more frequently than Vivian and I do. But even in their case the rate of change is more geological, than for instance, technological. The analogy holds in more than one way - changes in their hair are infrequent but cataclysmic.  So Jo went from what she had for ages to vibrantly colored to short in the course of a couple of months.




This morning I got a hurried shot of Evan at the wall of before-and-after-hair-photos just as he was about to leave for school. By this evening, we should have an after when he and Jo get back from seeing Havala. He has threatened everything from a buzz cut to leaving it mostly as it is.


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

T2

The constant reminders from Facebook memories of our family year long trip to India and south east Asia from six years ago is killing us. To outdo ourselves and show us up, we have decided to do Trip 2. Approximately from summer of 2019 for a year. Evan won't just get Vivian's hand-me-down snow boots, but her 4th grade home schooling books too. Vivian will have to fend for herself and learn 7th grade - I hear not much happens in 7th grade anyway.

Using a mix of analog and digital media, we are beginning the democratic planing process. Everyone got to put stickies on a map saying where they wanted to go. Then Jo discarded all that information and made up a list of places she'd like to visit and when. That's nowhere near the final order - just a first list. I'll write a traveling salesman type program to optimize timing and distance traveled. Yeah.



June
Wk1: Track tigers in India
Wk2: Serengeti; west coast trail
Wk3: Namibia; sail in Turkey 
Wk4: rafting in Bovec, Slovenia

July
Wk1: Greenland; 
Wk2: cycle the Danube trail
Wk3: 
Wk4: 

August
Wk1: valley of Flowers, India
Wk2: Ladakh, India
Wk3: swim with humpback whales in Tonga
Wk4: hike Mt Olympus, Greece

September
Wk1: Bolivia, madidi 
Wk2: 
Wk3: Hokkaido, Japan; Indonesia, Komodo dragons
Wk4: Corsica, France; 

October
Wk1: Bhutan, snowman trek; sailing in Croatia
Wk2: Vietnam; kayak in Fiji
Wk3: New Caledonia, 
Wk4: Serengeti, hot air balloon wildebeest migration; hoerikwaggo trail, South Africa 

November
Wk1: Sinai, Egypt; camel safari in douz Tunisia 
Wk2: undersea walk, Mauritius
Wk3: KwaZulu Natal, South Africa; hike Simeon mountains, Ethiopia 
Wk4: Victoria falls, Zambia/Zimbabwe; sunderbans tiger reserve, India 

December
Wk1: Venezuela/Chile; 
Wk2: Antarctica; Madagascar lemur track
Wk3: Micronesia, manta ray season; Cambodia
Wk4: 

January
Wk1: New Year in New Zealand; gorilla tracking in Uganda
Wk2: Andaman coast, Thailand; 
Wk3:
Wk4: Patagonia

February 
Wk1: 
Wk2: Tasmania, Australia 
Wk3: South Georgia Island: climb my Kilimanjaro 
Wk4: 

March
Wk1: Montserrat; hatching turtles, Australia 
Wk2: Sabah, Malaysia; 
Wk3: aurora borealis; 
Wk4: Galápagos Islands, 

April
Wk1: 
Wk2: Darien Gap, panama; 
Wk3:
Wk4: Brazil

May
Wk1: Morocco
Wk2: Camino de Santiago 
Wk3: 
Wk4: Machu Pichu

Bato

Stuff like this happens often.

Evan: "Daddy - time for a Spanish lesson. What is 'cloudy' in Spanish?"
I reply "Cloudo?"

So towards the end of the last semester, before the holidays, you can imagine my surprise when Jo and I were sitting in front of Ms. Betty, Evan's teacher. Ms. Betty was displaying Evan's write-up on an animal of his choice. At first I thought she was pointing out the poor quality of his work - a few penciled outlines of bats and even fewer scrawled words about bats. Behind her I  could see National Geographic quality brochures that had been produced Evan's classmates.

In her lovely Mexican accent, Ms. Betty exclaimed, "Bato!" Outrage, laced with strands of disgust, but finishing with hints of humor.  "It is 'murciélago'. Not bato. I told Evan 'Murciélago' is a beautiful word in Spanish. It contains every vowel exactly once".

So it turns out the Evan hadn't even bothered to find out the Spanish word for bats and had handed in his assignment with an "-o' added to the end "just like Daddy makes up Spanish words". Needless to say, the CEO called me in a chewed me out after that.

I expected the rest of the parent teacher conference to continue to slide downhill. So I was happy to hear that Evan is paying attention and occasionally does spend time doing detailed work when he is interested. Like the time he drew a picture of his cat (gato, not cato), and then wrote out a whole paragraph in gato font that he and his classmate made up.




May be Evan will be like his sister and enjoy drawing. Here's Vivian's anime style sketch of her entire volley ballo team including coaches. 

Friday, January 19, 2018

Per·ti·na·cious ˌ/pərtnˈāSHəs/


The other day an old college friend from Pilani with a huge vocabulary used the word "pertinacious" in her Facebook post.

Due to a recent communication from the Government of India, Jo and I decided it was time to apply for OCI cards for the family (Overseas Citizen of India - it's like dual citizenship lite. We already have something similar - PIO cards (Person of Indian Origin). So we applied under the "New OCI - In Lieu of PIO" category for which the government is waiving consular fees, but still costs about $100 a pop. We took a deep breath and started back in November. We didn't expect it to be easy. Jo almost filed for divorce during our PIO application process. 

After a few fits and starts Jo got portions of hers and Evan's applications filled out at CKGS's website. CKGS is a contractor to whom the government of India has outsourced all of the customer facing portions of the application process. I followed her lead and got my application done, requiring just one call to a very helpful fellow in support. Then we had to go over to the Government of India website and fill two separate applications and load four documents per person. Each person was issued three different identification strings of digits and numbers for tracking purposes. Any time you switched between doing anything you had to re-enter your date of birth, passport number, and one of those identifying strings of numbers. And a captcha - those things that tell a website that you are not a robot. 

Interestingly the captchas at the Government of India website were simple arithmetic, string, or informational questions. Like - what is 5 plus 9? Reverse the letters in "ubscotr". What is the natural color of a tomato? Not just not a robot, you almost need to be a stable genius to get past the captchas.

After getting through all that we set up interview dates and times at a CKGS office in Houston, printed out all the stuff we had loaded online, got several of them notarized (getting documents notarized is a well respected passtime in India), got our photos, organized things in separate folders, and drove to Houston.

At the CKGS office, after waiting, a process which made us realize that our appointment time and date were meaningless, we met a very polite and courteous young Indian lady at a counter. Things mostly worked but when they didn't, they didn't. 

"Your photo will not work - the back ground is not white."
"The government website said light background, and specifically said no white backgrounds."
"Yes sir" (head nod). "We can try to send this photo but it won't work."

So we walked to a CVS four blocks away and got fresh photos with white backgrounds. And got back in line.

"I can't take the original of your marriage certificate"
"It's a copy, you can keep it." (I had picked up a couple of copies from the county office the previous day)
"I'll make a copy but I'll have to charge you"
"Sure"

And then the part where she asked us if the documents we had uploaded into the Government of India website were readable. 

"Yes"
"They are not too dark or too small?"
"No"
"Then please sign this."
"What is it?"
"You are agreeing that you won't get a refund if the embassy can't read the documents you uploaded."
"How can I tell if they can't read the documents?"
"If the embassy can't read the documents, you will have to start again and you won't get a refund."
"I can only tell that I can read the documents."
"If the embassy can't read the documents they won't give you a refund and you will have to reapply from the beginning."
<forever>

So we signed and smiled and paid and left. 

Back in Austin we went to the county office to renew Vivian's passport. It had expired - which was why so far it had been just Jo, Evan and me doing the OCI thing. It took one form, three documents and two minutes at the passport office and Vivian got a new passport in the mail.

Meanwhile, pretty efficiently and quickly, things started percolating at CKGS. Then one day we got emails and text messages that we needed to Fedex them our current PIO cards to them. Each in it's own Fedex envelope with a tracking bar code for CKGS that you had to print and glue to the outside of the Fedex envelope. And several more documents, including a printed list of all the the documents in the Fedex envelope. Why didn't they take the PIO cards from us when we visited them last week? 

We complied. Then more text and email updates and finally three Fedex envelopes with three brand spanking new OCI cards! I'm glad they arrived. If there was a glitch, I don't think we had another try left in us. We'd just have to skip traveling to India for the rest of our lives.

I found a way for Trump and the Republicans to win the immigrant vote. Tell illegal immigrants that they can apply for US citizenship. Then outsource the process to CKGS. About half way through the application, most people will hike across the desert, clamber over a half-built wall and get out of the country. But if you are pertinacious, you may succeed. 

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Keys


Yesterday JoEllen and I went to hear an expert tell us about love and logic. For those unfamiliar, no - we aren't discussing the phenomenon of affection, or the sub-discipline often studied by philosophers, linguists, and computer scientists. Love and logic is a way to manage children or presidential tweets without getting unduly worked up. If you believe that parenting is an exercise in preparing your kids for an independent life, L&L helps you give the rug rats small dozes of responsibility for their own behavior. In an un-ironical coincidence, we left the kids alone at home for the evening while we went to the talk.

As in every patriotic home, the family Mossberg pump action resting on a well used stack of bibles behind the front door should be Vivian and Evan's first line of defence. 

But when the kids are alone at home, they receive additional instructions. Like who to admit. On Christmas eve, Grandma knocked on the front door. For that particular home alone session, the kids were operating under "No keys, no entry" rules. So Vivian and Evan politely waved at Grandma who was standing outside on a very cold porch with her suitcase and two dogs. Meanwhile, the front door remain firmly bolted. They resisted every attempt by Grandma to get them to open up.

Finally, Vivian broke the impasse by scribbling "Do you Have a Key" on a post-it and showing it to Grandma through the glass. Which, despite some random capitalizations, got the message across. [From here on, my original post has been edited due to a comment by Jo who had the fact right, as usual]. Grandma didn't have a key, but she told Vivian she should let her in anyway. The kids eventually did let her in and they didn't get in trouble. We were surprised and heartened that they occasionally listen to what we say.

Sunday, January 07, 2018

Hello 2018

Twenty seventeen blew in like a wrecking ball carrying a yellow-haired petulant man. The rest of the year was in fact an effort at getting back to some level of normality. 

January - Jo went to DC and Vivian went to the State Capitol wearing their funny pussy hats.
February - Vivian threw herself a huge 80's birthday party at home with karaoke, intoxicated mothers, and roving gangs of kids. 
March - we went to Santa Fe with friends and neighbors and had a fun wholesome time skiing at Sipapu. 
April - the Rosedale Ride, Evan's birthday party and sleepover (are eight 1st graders less of a pain than 60 5th graders?), and beautiful weather for sailing, hiking, camping and visiting Grandma's. 
May - lots of Vivian's volleyball and choir and Evan's cub scouts - our lives essentially consumed by our kids activities. 
June - ah - a reprieve -  two weeks in Italy, sailing and then with my lovely wife while Vivian graduated from a year of home schooling, and Evan from 1st grade. 
July - family trip with Grandma to visit Aaron in Colorado, and then a romp through the national parks of Utah and Wyoming. Jo enjoys camping!
August - we continued the family vacation on the east coast, from Maryland to Maine - with a nice stop at Alu & Michelle's. And a quick trip to Nebraska at the heartland of the Great American Solar Eclipse. And Evan starting 2nd grade, And Vivian starting 5th at a new school. 
September - recovering from August. 
October - Archer's Challenge, back to volleyball and cub scouts, a quick weekend trip sans kids to Key West, and Halloween, of course. 
November - camping - thrice, including for Thanksgiving. 
December - holidays, hosting Christmas dinner, and the Hyderabadi invasion. 

My New Year desire (less binding than a resolution) is to write more posts in 2018. The warmest wishes for a wonderful 2018 from the whole family. Love, hugs, and peace.