Air America



Thanks to my friend Cynthia, I am completely hooked on Air America. Since I live in “not-so-liberal” San Diego, the radio hasn’t made it to my hometown just yet, so the only way I can listen to it is over the net. The biggest downside of this is that if I miss a show in realtime, I miss it. For example, this morning, Jon Stewart was on the O’Franken Factor and by the time I tuned in, I’d already missed the first hour and I missed it again tonight when it was recast. If it were on the radio, I could have recorded it and listened to it later, when I wasn’t busy. Other than that, I’ve had no problem listening to it while working; it doesn’t distract me one bit.

Most of the programs are interesting, provocative, funny and informative. However, there were several instances during the Randi Rhodes Show that I thought she was being obnoxious and I didn’t appreciate that she hung up on several people while they were still talking. Just because there are ranting people on the other side doesn’t mean we have to rant as well. I feel like it’s important to stay dignified, especially in the presence of rudeness.

Leaving for New York tomorrow! (where I can listen to Air America on the actual radio) I have mixed emotions. Part of me hopes that I realize I don’t miss it as much as I do. We’ll see…

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No Dead Cats Here



I’m always surprised when I meet people who aren’t curious.

I’ve always been curious. About everything. When I was little, I asked questions incessantly. People used to tell my mom to stop answering them but she didn’t. I’m really glad she didn’t because it made me feel like it was okay to ask all the questions I had. I still ask questions. All the time. I don’t worry about looking stupid. I figure I can’t learn unless I ask. That’s always been my principle.

I figured everyone to be curious. Some people might be scared or shy and thus not ask but they still wondered. How can anyone look at the sky and not wonder why it’s blue? Why mirrors reflect backwards? How can people drive without knowing how a car works? Almost every kid I meet stacks on the “why?”s so often that I knew it was built into our system.

So the question is: Do we get too shy to ask or do we not care?

There definitely is a section of people who get “too shy to ask.” They’ve either been shushed or, even worse, humiliated somewhere along the line and decided it’s best to stop asking. They figure if they don’t ask, they can’t be made fun of and they can’t feel stupid. We spend so much time trying to not look stupid that we choose to hide our lack of knowledge instead of taking the opportunity to learn. Which means we stay “stupid”, isn’t that a bit stupid?

As much as those people make me sad, the people in the second category make me even sadder. Do people really stop being curious? Last year, when I was teaching, I had kids who had already decided that they were “no good at math” and when we had our math lessons, they would tune out. They weren’t curious why something worked the way it did. They just wanted to know (be told) the right answer and move on to the next problem. Their curiosity had been completely squashed out of existence.

I can’t think of anything sadder.

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