Month: December 2006

  • Ozarque is having a conversation about globalization over at her place. She is defining globalization as “the set of mechanisms available to humankind for the purpose of ensuring an equal opportunity for every human being on the planet.” The first commenter on that definition defines it as “the set of mechanisms available to the wealthy for the purpose of exploiting the people and resources of the planet in order to produce yet more wealth which is increasingly concentrated among those who already have wealth.”

    This, it seems to me, is emblematic of the problem I have with globalization. If this subject is of interest to you, then I hope you will go over to Ozarque’s place and chat about it. My perfect ideal of globalization would be a situation in which people produce the bulk of what they consume very near to the point of use, thus limiting the environmental toll, increasing the variety of goods, and maximizing social support networks; and in which people then import and export the cool stuff that is not already available elsewhere. This is what I try to do myself. So I eat the produce of my own garden and the local farmers as much as possible, a plan which gives me the best possible quality of produce, supports my community, and reduces the use of fossil fuels (and, for my own family and the segment of farm workers for which I am paying, reduces exposure to pesticides, since organic farming is easy on a small local scale and impossible at a factory level). I also get tea, TV, and the occasional packet of needles from England, because they do that stuff better there. I get fabric from Tanzania, from the One Book Foundation; and sticky rice from Thailand, from Thai companies; and so forth — because those things are special and different, and I know that the money I spend for them supports the people who produce them. I do not like the system in which essentially American goods are made overseas wherever people will work for the lowest wage and under the worst conditions, while American job choices dwindle, but I probably am not able to avoid supporting that. By making a point of shopping with — and that means financially supporting — companies which make a priority of social and environmental responsibility, I can feel reasonably confident that I am contributing to the exploitation of the poor as little as possible.

    This is what I do for my own family, but I do not think that I have much control over the larger issue. There are a lot of people who do what I do, but probably not enough to counteract the negatives of globalization. And I don’t suppose that my approach does much to encourage the positivies of globalization.

    However, it is New Year’s Eve tonight, and you may not be in the mood for serious subjects. Here is Johnny Mathis singing “What Are You Doing New Year’s?” You might prefer Ella Fitzgerald or Lou Rawls, but this is really a sweet and clever song, and you might like to sing it to someone. Play your saxophone or trumpet, too.

    I am toying with the idea of going to the parade tonight, but I have to admit that I toy every year with the idea of going down to the big community celebration, and mostly only go there if I am performing at it myself. Three years out of five, I stay home with my family, after a brief attempt to rally interest in going downtown all together. This year, my daughters are elsewhere and my older boy has plans of his own, so it will be a small family group. We used to make cakes with clocks on them and have ginger ale and stuff, but now we turn the TV on at about five minutes till eleven to see the New Yorkers countdown the New Year, and then go to bed and miss the entrance of the new year into our time zone entirely.

    I wish you exactly the level of festivity and/or quiet you prefer for New Year’s Eve.

  •                   pipes 1230 Here is Pipes, getting longer. I put it out on the rainy porch in hopes that the lighting would allow you to see the nice ribbing.

    Yesterday was a slightly stressful day. I was in the dentist’s waiting room before work and on the freeway, though in the passenger’s seat, after work.

    The big news is that this only made it a slightly stressful day.

    I once read that the TV program “Monk,” which has a protagonist with a lot of phobias and other weird things, was unrealistic, because he would — if he kept having to be in situations which sparked phobic reactions — get better or refuse to continue.  

    While I would often prefer to refuse to do things on my aversions list, I am doing them, and I am continually finding it easier. If I had not Overcome Agoraphobia, I could expect my aversions list to get longer and my ability to do these things would continually decrease, so this is a good thing. In fact, last night I was talking with #2 son about our long list of errands for the day, and I sort of automatically rejoiced that snow was not predicted, but immediately realized that it has been so warm that, even if it did snow, the roads would have been clear enough for me to drive. A year or two ago, I would not have been able to realize that, because I responded to the possibility of snow exactly as though it were the possiblity of land mines under my driveway. And even my discomfort on the freeway last night was really just discomfort, not terror. Of course, I wasn’t driving. But I have been terrified as a passenger on a perfectly normal freeway plenty of times in the past. This time, my physical responses to it were not as strong (my hands, for example, did not turn to ice), and the unpleasantness of it was only about equal to my awareness that it was an irrational response. Further evidence of the efficacy of the Snap Out of It method of coping with small mental disorders

    Here are the FOs of 2006:

    hymnal markerI made lots of soldered charms. Here is a representative example.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    daffodils omiyage — I made three of these

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    mocs mocassins from a kit. It turned out that everyone who saw these wanted a pair, so there will be more of these in my future.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    completed runner#1 daughter’s table runner. This is a wrinkled, wet, picture.

     

     

    gray sweater#2 son’s sweater.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    completed log cabin socksLog Cabin Socks

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    bound runner the Princess’s runner

     

     

     

     

     

    half a swapHalf a SWAP, I intend to get back to my SWAP — set aside in October for present-making — this weekend, and to finish it this year. In fact, one of my goals this year is to complete both Part 1 and Part 2 of the SWAP.

     

     

     

    ktc dishcloth One of several dishcloths.

     

     

     

     

     

    tychuses

    a couple of Tychus hats

     

     

     

    camisolea retro camisole

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    jasmine complete Jasmine

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    nightdress on pillow a retro nightdress

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    WH tea cosy

    a traditional tea cozy

     

     

     

     

     

     

    complete jasmine

    Another Jasmine

     

     

     

     

     

    pleated bag

    a pleated handbag

     

     

     

     

     

    bag and plantsthe origami bag — it also had a matching origami wallet, which has brought me more visitors from google even than the page on which I incautiously included the word “sluts”origami wallet

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    windw seat curtains. It hardly seems right to include curtains as a FO, because they are so easy, but I like them so much that I include them in spite of that.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    second  baby hat

     

    a couple of baby hats

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    olympic bag

     

    the Knitting Olympics bag

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    pacific prayer shawl

     

     a prayer shawl

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    gown

    an Edwardian nightgown

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    lace hat

    a lacy hat

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Finding all these FOs involved looking through all my pictures from last year — or at least the ones I’ve posted here at xanga, which included gardens and travelling, and really most of what I did last year that didn’t have any people in the picture. I was able to add the people mentally. It is clear that I had a very busy and enjoyable year, though rather stressful in spots. What year isn’t?

    I have a long weekend, and a long to-do list, but it will allow continued contemplation of 2006 and what I might want to accomplish in 2007.

    How about you?

  • I am reading Joyce Porter’s A Meddler and Her Murder. I’m a great fan of Joyce Porter, but her books are out of print and I don’t own most of them, so I was excited to have the chance — thanks to Booksfree — to reread this one.

    Booksfree and Frugalreader have allowed me to reduce my book expenditures dramatically without having to read less, and I have diverted some of the funds thus freed up to clothing. The average woman buys an article of clothing every week, so I have no business being proud of myself for having bought eight garments this year — but that is more than ever before. I managed six the previous year, after having never bought more than three a year for a couple of decades.

    And I bought shoes.

    I wrote about it when I went shoe shopping to begin with. Following what I think was Rachelsent’s excellent advice, I bought silver pumps that echoed the ornamentation of the dress. They were on clearance for the price of a paperback, and I’ll wear them several times a year.

    But then MaMaMoo (I think it was) suggested that matching the burgundy red of the dress would leave me with ashoes 2006 pair of shoes that I couldn’t wear with anything else. And, looking at the clearance rack of shoes in Christmas colors, I realized that burgundy and green are actually basic colors for me. All together, they may look like Christmas shoes that must be gotten rid of, but those are in fact the colors of my handbags, and of the shoes I bought this summer when #2 daughter and I went shoe shopping, and the colors that go well with my wardrobe (which has grown to a size that allows it to be referred to as a wardrobe without irony).

    So in 2006, I bought all these shoes.

    In the years from 2000 to 2005, I bought these shoes:

    clogs By mail order. I still wear them, too. And my black performance shoes, which I picked up at a yard sale for less than a dollar. They are too big for me, but I am an alto and do not sing in the front row.

    This year, I fully intend to buy new gym shoes (I currently wear a pair that my son outgrew, and they look much worse than these clogs).

    I bought #1 daughter a handbag for Christmas, and she was astonished at how stylish it was. She told me so.

    Clearly, I am improving in this area. And I intend to continue to improve in 2007.

    Not to the point of buying a piece of clothing a week. That seems excessive to me.

    Today I must take #2 son to the dentist for a cleaning. Then to work, and then we have another long weekend, with snow predicted.

    My boys have spent the entire week playing games, mostly video games. When we were watching the Heisman trophy program (a local boy was up for it), there was a long shot of the three candidates playing video games.

    “Don’t make fun of their faces,” said #1 son. “Everyone looks like that when they play video games.”

    It is true. Fortunately, there has been some physical world game-playing – last night’s was a fun card game called Wizard — so they haven’t spent the entire week in slack-jawed zombie-dom. Most of it, though.

  • There was some slight cleaning up yesterday. I went to the gym. We ate something not associated with Christmas. There are signs that the celebration is winding down slightly chez fibermom. So I am planning my New Year’s goals.

    You can find, in blogland, lots of explanations of why people don’t choose to make New Year’s resolutions. I have New Years’ goals rather than resolutions, but I like them. I like having goals, I like traditions, I like the calendar. I usually have about 10 goals, and I like to spend the last few days of the year mulling them over.

    The most popular New Year’s resolutions in the U.S. are about health, finances, and enjoying life with friends and family (or sometimes just plain enjoying life).

    I have goals about my family and friends, but they do not require a lot of research and planning. As you can probably tell, my family is my number one priority, so those goals come naturally. I also don’t have to work very hard at goals about reading, music, or creative endeavors. Goals about enjoying life sound sad, but they may also just be like writing “eat chocolate” on your to-do list – making resolutions you can’t fail at. I just read a list of resolutions that included watching a new DVD every week. Thre is such a thing as setting the bar too low.

    I had a financial goal, but my husband’s car purchase knocked that on its head.

    But I do have health-related goals. For the past couple of years, my health goals have been pretty pathetic. “Do what the doctor says” and “Don’t become more decrepit than necessary” are not inspiring goals. The one about following orders was actually pretty good for the first year, but it is too minimalist for repeated use. I figured I could just keep my doctor-mandated workout going and as I got older, it would offset my increasing decrepitude. Strength Training for Women says that the years after 35 should be considered a “maintenance phase.” However, my increasing decrepitude has not kept pace with my workout. My doctor wants my numbers to continue improving, and they don’t with the same workout. And it is not as though I don’t know that the body adapts to a particular routine and needs increasing challenges, but I don’t really know how to increase the challenge. Clearly, I need a new fitness goal.

    I got help from this website: RealAge.com. They ask you quite a lot of questions, basically the same ones your doctor asks you, and then they calculate your physical age (as distinct from your chronological age)and give you recommendations for improving your score. Mine make good New Year’s resolutions or goals. I was glad to see that my physical age is five and a half years younger than my chronological age, since that suggests that I am staving off decrepitude pretty well.

    I am trying to get my daughter to take the test, since I want to know what happens when a really young person does it. If you are chronologically 22 and they calculate you at 45, then you are clearly doing something wrong. But you wouldn’t want to be a physical age 15, would you? And they wouldn’t recommend that you do stuff to keep getting physiologically younger if you were young to start with, would they?

    I am curious about this. If any of you young people try this, let me know, okay?

    Anyway, they acknowledge that I am doing the amount and kind of exercise that doctors want you to do, but they recommend that I step it up, and have some specific suggestions for doing so. Essentially, their program would keep my current cardio (increasing the intensity and variety) and add quite a bit more strength training. I will have to read fewer blogs in the morning to fit it in, but I think I can do that. I look forward to having sore muscles again.

    They also called me on the few remaining saturated fats and simple carbohydrates I eat, told me to take vitamins (I guess I print out the specific list and go read labels till I find one that matches their suggestions), and to make some other little changes — one of which actually was to get a larger car for safety’s sake.

    Maybe I will take up driving my husband’s new car. But I don’t think I can give up cheese.

  • #2 daughter has returned to her Midwestern fastness and I am going back to work today. My husband did go out and buy a car, so now we just have to figure out how to pay for it. The boys promised that they would clear up the house today if I would leave them alone about it yesterday. I put an official end to the feasting, and the guys will be finishing up all the remaining simple carbohydrates and saturated fats without me.

    If you want to know in  amazing detail why you shouldn’t eat simple carbohydrates and saturated fats, this book by Roizen and Oz will clue you in. It will also remind you why you’re supposed to exercise every day. It surprises me that this book has been a best seller, because it is very heavy on things like graphic descriptions of the functioning of the liver, but it does clarify why three days of living largely on Buche de Noel and lolling around playing games has left me feeling a bit hung over.

    The songs I like best for this spell between Christmas and New Year are those that commemorate the march of the Magi through Provence. If you click here, you can hear “The March of the Kings” being sung as a canon by a couple of guys. Their translation is not my favorite, but it is kind of cool anyway.

    You do not recall any scriptures about the triumphal procession of the Three Kings through Southern France? Well, neither do I, but that did not keep the people from writing some very good songs about it. The songs agree that the three wise men traveled through Southern France with an enormous entourage including soldiers to guard the frankincense, and the people came (from Chartres and Montlehry in particular, but from all over) to see Christ, who was apparently born in France, or at least within comfortable walking distance.

    I just love the idea of the camels trooping through Provence.

    “The March of the Kings” is a great song, and has been recorded by Robert Shaw and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and all kinds of choral groups, if you would rather listen to it than sing it.

    Work today for me, and maybe — since all the guys are still at leisure — I will come home to a tidy house.

  • cinnamon rolls I hope you had as nice a Christmas day as we did.

    We started with stockings, Santa presents, and homemade sweet rolls.

    Then we hung around looking at one another’s books, playing Settlers IV (from my sister’s family) and watching Demetri Martin.

    We headed over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house for lunch, and got there in record time since #2 daughter was driving. We were grateful to her for driving, especially since that meant we got to listen to John Legend and Sam Cooke in the car. My car does not have a CD player.

    crochet toy At the grandparents’ house there was more feasting, talk, and more presents — including this crocheted creature that my mother made.

    Once we got home, we called #1 daughter, who was moping around her house while her husband spent yet another holiday on the submarine. Not fun.

    We all refused to go car shopping with my husband, who does not understand Christmas. It is possible that I pointed out that he had refused to assist with any of the Christmas shopping, so it was a bit much for him to think I would go car shopping with him. But that was unnecessary. The kids and I once got dragged around car lots on New Year’s Eve, and I do not intend to let that happen again.

    Random additional feasting took place, and games, and reading while all bundled up on the couch, and listening to the new CDs (with #1 son occasionally leaping over to the computer to bypass some rude song). At one point in the evening, #2 son said, “It may be just me, but I find it difficult to crawl in push-up position.”

    #2 daughter and I were at opposite ends of the couch, sharing the Santa Claus quilt, as he passed, attempting this feat.

    “You mean like the Grinch in the cartoon?” she asked, catching on more quickly than I did.

    I was still wrestling with the “it may just be me” part.

    #2 daughter captured my feelings exactly by saying, “The world is filled with people who have never even thought of trying that.”

    The evening ended with a rollicking game of Oxford Dilemma. I have such a fun family.

    It is the Feast of Stephen today, so the song for the day has to be “Good King Wenceslas.” The song commemorates a kind deed by the 10th century Duke of Bohemia. The Duke was a good guy by all accounts, though Terry Pratchett has reinterpreted the episode from the carol in his book Hogfather. The tune is from the 12th century, and you already know it, so you could sing it while you clean up from your celebrations. Here are the lyrics to Elvis Costello’s “St. Stephens Day Murders,” which is all about having eaten and drunk too much and had a horrible time with hated family and then murdering them. Or something like that. In any case, this pair of songs should cover whatever mood you are in.

    I normally work on the 26th, although there are not normally any customers. People who shop on the 26th are either returning things or looking for sales. We do not have post-Christmas sales, and we do not want people to return things, so some years we just stay closed on that day. Since #2 daughter will be here till after lunch, I am very thankful that this is one of those years.

    Our plan is for everyone to pitch in for a few minutes and tidy up, and then to put on new videos and play with #2 daughter’s new sewing machine (the girls) and the new video games (the boys). The turkey will be reheated for lunch with fresh side dishes, we will will pack #2 daughter’s car as full as possible of a) presents and goodies and b) stuff #2 son wants her to get out of what is now his bedroom though it used to be hers, and then we can sink into cheerful torpor for the rest of the day. #2 daughter and I will be going back to work tomorrow, but the guys are all off till next week.

    Maybe they will go car shopping.

  •  Merry Christmas!

    We enjoyed Christmas Eve.

    #2 daughter arrived safely. We spoke with #1 daughter by phone as she and Son-in-law prepared to have their celebration (he will be spending today on the submarine). We had pictures from New Zealand of my sister’s family in the exotic T-shirts we sent, and we are enjoying the exotic stuff they sent us.

    feastWe had quite a feast. “In spite of our b est efforts,” said #2 son, “We still have too many cookies for one plate.”

    We actually began the feasting when #2 daughter arrived, and we haven’t finished yet.

    I have homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven along with a sausage and cheese breakfast casserole, and we will have lunch at my parents’ house, but after that we will have to continue working on the myriad plates of goodies.

    The music was good. In fact, the whole service was very nice. It was a candlelight service, almost entirely music. There was a delightful spontaneity about it, unless you want to call it a lack of preparation.

    We added to that effect by scribbling the words for “Ave Maria” — which #2 daughter sang along with a saxophone and a piano — onto the organ score which we finally found after disarranging all the music in the choir room. For some reason, all the numerous copies of that piece went up to KC with #2 daughter and did not make it back.

    When we got home, we continued feasting, opened some presents, and snapped our Christmas crackers.cracker

     I am not allowed to post pictues of my kids, of course, for fear of terminally embarrassing them, but I am giving you this picture of a couple of them snapping crackers, in case you are not familiar with this custom.

    You pull these apart, and they make a loud snapping noise.

    Though we do this every year, thbis year it scared one of the dogs so much that she went and hid under the bed.

    Inside these you will find a toy, a paper hat, and a joke. Ours this year were British jokes. “Why can’t cars play football? Because they only have one boot apiece.”

    This makes no sense in America. Fortunately, we are cosmopolitan here and we were able to laugh at these jokes.

    christmas cat We open the gifts from siblings and spouses on Christmas Eve, so there were then some presents, followed by watching DVDs that were among the presents.

    As Santa Claus, I kept trying to get the kids to go to bed early.

    This year, for the first time in many years, we did not have a midnight service. I was thinking that that could mean I would get to go to bed early and not be tired on Christmas day.

    This did not happen.

    There was drinking of gingered cider, watching of X Men: The Last Stand, eating of homemade candies, solving of crosswords, and general hanging around. There was talking. There was playing with daddy’s new, very sharp kitchen knife. There was a lot of suggesting that people should go to bed.

    #2 son went online to see where Santa Claus had gotten to, and discovered that — while he had been to New Zealand and to much of Europe — he had only gotten as far as Florida in the U.S.

    But I was eventually able to chivvy them all into bed and get my Santa Claus duties done. Now, with breakfast in the oven and the kids beginning to get up, Christmas day is beginning.

    Merry Christmas to all!

  • It will be Christmas Eve at sundown today. #2 daughter will be home. This is very exciting.

    When I was a child, we spent this day throughly cleaning our bedrooms. I am trying to revive this custom in my household, but I do not expect to be completely successful.

    The party yesterday was fun, and then the boys and I went to the movies in the afternoon. No baking took place, in part perhaps because there was a turkey in the oven most of the day. The remainder of said turkey is now in slices in the fridge and simmering its carcass in the crockpot for a future pot of soup. Its scent is mingling with the smell of the eggnog cake I am baking for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner at my parents’ house.

    The boys successfully collected the meatitude and sweetitude for tonight’s feast, and bought four bags of chips, a jar of dip, four bottles of soda, and no vegetables at all. I let the vegetable question slide, but did, following the movie, take them back to the store for some fruit. Son-in-law’s family dropped by with a fruit basket as well, so we will not contract scurvy over the holidays.

    We happened upon some old-fashioned tinsel in our travels, and put it on the tree, so the tree is now fully tinsel dressed. Some housework also got done.

    There may be more housework today, especially in the bedrooms, and there will be more baking, but there is also morning church, a birthday party to which I will be shepherding the senior high Sunday School, and then the evening service. Probably some practicing of music in there somewhere.

    And apparently I cannot help putting in my annual pedantic note about the twelve days of Christmas. They begin tonight. They go on to January 6th, Epiphany. Every year advertisements suggest that they are twelve shopping days before Christmas, and every year it irritates me. Two of the people at yesterday’s brunch hadn’t even put up their trees yet, since it is still Advent. Those of us who observe Advent have been looking forward to those twelve days of unbridled revelry, and we should get to have them.

    Even if I , for one, have snuck in some revelry beforehand.

    Here is a website clarifying the point. It also has the details of the idea that the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas” was used as a mnemonic device for the teaching of Christian doctrine. It definitely didn’t start out that way, but someone might have done that at some time, and many people like the symbolism and find that it adds to their current experience of the song, so I’m not planning to be pedantic about that. One burst of pedantry is enough for this joyous day.

    Here is the song. You know this song, of course. Maybe you find yourself at a party every year where someone proposes singing it, and everyone is supposed to take one of the numbers and chime in with it when it is time. This game usually results in hilarity as people try to remember which number they chose, the tune to their part, or to come in on time when they were busy discussing their wedding plans in between turns.

    Here are my suggestions for how to pick the right number for you. If you are shy about the whole thing, pick 12 because you only have to do it once, and sometimes the game peters out before it reaches 12. If you like to show off, pick 5. In fact, if you like singing, pick 5 and get a couple of other singers to join you on it in harmony. None of the other parts gives you a chance to sing, really. If you don’t sing, pick a number after 5, because their tunes are all alike, and mostly just one note. Or at least you could sing it all on one note.

    If someone is parceling out the parts without letting people choose, then just grab some eggnog and go with it. It doesn’t last as long as the Dirty Santa game.

  • I am off work until Wednesday, and I intend to enjoy myself thoroughly. True, today will involve lots of housework and cooking a turkey. But if I approach it in the right spirit I can enjoy that, too. There is also a party today, and the boys will be doing the final errands so I don’t have to. This also gives them control over the last additions to the feast. While I intend to argue for fruits and vegetables, I am resigned to their getting mostly chips and sodas.

    Not that this will interrupt my healthy lifestyle. So far this week:

    gym visits: 0
    grocery visits: 3
    average daily servings of vegetables: 1
    average daily servings of sweets: 3

    I’m not saying that’s a good thing; I’m just reporting.

    Also,

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    inches of knitting completed: 4
    fact-checking assignments completed: 0

    And who cares? Tra la la, say I, and fa la la for that matter. ‘Tis, in case you hadn’t heard, the time of Yuletide glee. As long as all the cooking and baking get done, everything else can wait

    A good song for today is “Rejoice and Be Merry,” or “The Gallery Carol.” Click on the title for words and a midi, or here for words and notes, and here for proper sheet music if you have Sibelius. In fact, that last link gives you a nice midi with SATB and organ accompaniment, and the option of printing out the arrangement for a reasonable fee, so you might want to go there and download Sibelius just for the purpose.

    This carol comes from Dorset, probably in the 18th century, and the words are just the familiar Christmas story in straightforward and undistinguished poetry, but the tune is a lot of fun and suited to fancy harmonies and embellishment. If you have a lot of instruments in the house, this could be an excellent piece to give everyone a chance, including the French horn. This would also be very nice played in bluegrass style. Or sung in the car as you go on your round of errands. Or, in my case, hummed joyfully as I scrub things.

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    Dog, confused by merriment.

    Oh, yes, the economics final is past, so I can go back to thinking of economics as an interesting topic. Perhaps you would like to know about the efficiency of Christmas presents. This guy Waldfogel made headlines by reporting that Christmas giving represents a net economic loss of 16%, compared with having everyone keep their money and buy things for themselves. The enormous amount of money spent on Christmas gifts in the U.S. every year is then invoked, and the total net loss calculated, and the reporters dust off their hands, having put their quirky Christmas story for the day to bed.

    Other economists disagree, and have the figures to prove it.

    Waldfogel found that recipients of gifts underestimated their cost. This was especially true if they were things that had been asked for — people getting stuff they said they wanted were really likely to undervalue them. He further found that cash was devalued by givers by an average of $3 per gift. That is, in determining how much to spend on an individual, people felt they should give $3 more in cash than they would spend if they bought a gift. Using this information and the whole economist’s utility value thing, he decided that Christmas gifts could be abolished in favor of personal shopping sprees, with a net gain to the U.S. economy.

    The other economists pointed out that all this was based on asking college students to estimate the cost of things, an exercise which might say more about college students than about Christmas gifts. One researcher tried instead to determine how much it took to persuade college students to sell their gifts, and found that they actually valued them quite a bit more highly than the cost. Still others checked out the sentimental value and found that we tend to treasure gifts at a level incompatible with their actual value or even what we think they cost. In fact, this study found that students wouldn’t sell ugly mugs given to them at random by strangers, because they were perceived as gifts. Other students, asked to buy the same ugly mugs, wouldn’t buy them even for very small sums. The perceived value, then, was not so much about the gift as about the giving, as anyone who has been given a drawing by a child could readily tell you.

    Waldfogel concedes that, if the giver can manage to whip up a sentimental response in the recipient, or to take advantage of “imperfectly informed” recipients by giving them something they wouldn’t have thought of buying for themselves, then there might be a break-even or even a slight gain in the efficiency of Christmas gifts.

    Christmas, for me, is not mostly about presents. I think that presents for children are important — even presents they ask for — because children cannot afford to buy things for themselves. For adults, I go with handmade gifts or really well-chosen ones (that’s the “imperfectly informed” part). My mother has always been very good at that. People open her gifts and are amazed because they perhaps do not even know what it is, but it turns out to be a wonderful thing that they can’t imagine doing without once they have it.

    The moral of the story is probably not that Christmas gifts should be eliminated, but perhaps that they should be more of a surprise. However, I know someone who gives her sister a gift card each year. The two of them agree on an amount, they ask each other where the gift card should come from, and each goes and buys a card for the other at the requested store, for the identical amount. That almost seems like a waste of time. But perhaps it is more a sort of permission to go buy something with money that the recipient might otherwise feel she ought to use for the kids or the gas bill.

    The other moral of the story is that economists think they can calculate everything.

  • Yesterday I made truffles and some things from Marie Browning’s “Culinary Crafts” collection. Work was somewhat busy, and a number of friends came into the store, including both Cleverboots and Fine Soprano, who had books to recommend. Cleverboots is enjoying Chrismukka by Ron Gompertz, and Fine Soprano favors Feynman. If you are looking for something to read right now, those might be some good options.

    I’m reading an economics textbook at the moment.

    I often read stuff on economics. Candyfreak, The World is Flat, and The Omnivore’s Dilemma are all enjoyable books largely about economics. An interesting article in The Wall Street Journal sent me just the other day to track down the work of a guy called Joel Waldfogel on the question of the efficiency — from an economics standpoint — of Christmas gifts. I would have said that economics was an interesting subject.

    Not according to #2 son’s textbook.

    He is taking AP Econ and has his final today, and I agreed to help him grasp the key concepts from chapters 9 and 10. So last night I was quizzing him with the practice questions. “True or false,” I said, “Actual investment consists of planned investment plus unplanned changes in inventories and is always equal to savings.”

    I tried to read these things out in an exciting voice, as though I were reading Little Red Riding Hood. As though, in fact, the words meant anything at all to me.

    After a bit I switched to a psychoanalytical approach. “Tell me about military Keynesianism,” I’d say, stroking my beard.

    Okay, I don’t have a beard. But I tried to say it as though I were interested. I resisted the nearly overwhelming impulse to say, “Honey, this stuff is so boring — let’s study that American lit again instead, okay?”

    #2 son asked me to look over the two chapters this morning and be better prepared to quiz him. So I pulled up google first thing this morning and typed in “simple explanations of economics concepts.” I figure, if I know what the words mean, it’ll make all the difference.

    One of the first sites I tried had this category: “Useless concept: Isoquant.”

    Yep. right there before “Key Concept: Poverty NEW!”

    Poverty isn’t new, and what the heck are they listing useless concepts for?

    I must return to my muttons, or at least my aggregate expenditures model.

    Ozark emailed me this list of carols for the mentally challenged:

    1) Schizophrenia—- Do You Hear What I Hear, the Voices, the Voices? 
    2) Amnesia– I Don’t Remember If I’ll be Home for Christmas
    3) Narcissistic– Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me 
    4) Manic– Deck The Halls And Walls And House And Lawn And Streets And Stores And Office And Town And Cars And Buses And Trucks And Trees And Fire Hydrants And………… 
    5) Multiple Personality Disorder—-We Three Queens Disoriented Are 
    6) Paranoid—Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Us
    7) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder—Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
    8) Agoraphobia—I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn’t Leave My House
    9) Social Anxiety Disorder—Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate 
    10) Attention Deficit Disorder–We Wish You……Hey Look!! It’s Snowing!!!

    None of these is the song of the day. Instead, I offer you this lovely Irish carol: “That Night in Bethlehem”. The link will give you both English and Irish words, as well as a midi for the tune. Here you can see the notes and hear it as a sprightly fiddle tune instead of a haunting ballad.