The Yellow Dar

A blog for a woman and her pug

Friday, September 26, 2003

Internet poses stranger danger

Stan and Jan Berenstain provided many of my childhood life lessons.
Through the adventures and mishaps of Mama, Papa, Brother and Sister Bear, I learned about "Too Much Junk Food," "The Messy Room" and, my personal favorite, "The Bike Lesson."
After an Ohio teen was located in town after allegedly being lured to town via the Internet, I decided it was time for the Berenstains to pen another book, "Internet Stranger Danger."
Though the Bears' "Learn About Strangers" is early in the series, the Internet age is begging for a personal safety text geared toward the age group that is using the Internet more and more each day.
Web sites dedicated to Sponge Bob Square Pants, Blue's Clues and Bear in the Big Blue House give children a great chance to learn and play in the same format they will eventually use for research and work.
In a way, computer use to kids today is like giving kids a pencil and paper when I was growing up. They will need to know how to use a mouse, how to log on, log out and send e-mail. There is no denying the importance of computer literacy among today's Berenstain Bears age group.
The scary thing about children on the Internet is that they are often too naive to realize the stranger danger that often lurks in the most friendly looking places.
In "The Berenstain Bears Learn About Strangers," there is a point when Sister becomes scared of all strangers after seeing a newspaper article about missing cubs. The same park she once saw as friendly and sunny becomes scary and dark.
Mama explains that this is not necessarily the case. The park is not a bad place and not all strangers are bad either, but it doesn?t hurt to be very careful.
The concept of the bad apple is also explained to Sister — a perfect apple is not always good on the inside. Online, a person may say they are 10 years old, but the Bears teach that things are not always as they seem.
After Sister's lesson, she also begins to monitor Brother's behavior, telling her parents when he almost takes a ride with a stranger.
The same situation of a sister telling her parents of her brother's dealings with an online stranger can easily be imagined.
By modifying the "Stranger" book to apply to the Internet, the familiar characters of the Berenstain Bears could, yet again, convey lifesaving information to even the youngest readers.
Seeking to educate, but not frighten, youngsters will be key in dealing with the constant information bombardment kids face every day.
Despite all valiant efforts by parents, they cannot monitor their children all the time, so a firewall, blocking certain Web sites will only solve half the problem.
Empowering children to distinguish between good and bad apples online will keep them safe, even when Mama and Papa Bear aren't around.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

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-Lucy

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

We're still trying to find the perfect photographer. I'm glad I'm frugal because otherwise I'd be having a hard time with life in general. However, when dealing with expenses that are high by nature, I have a hard time putting up the funds.

Unfortunately, I've been doing math lately. Jon told me not to let the numbers let me down and they haven't, but I am continuing to calculate, hoping something will change. My grace period on my student loans is up Nov. 21. If I chose to consolidate, I pay more in the long run, but my monthly payments are lower any my interest rate will be locked at about 2.876 percent. If I chose not to consolidate, my interest rate is subject to change, though it will not exceed a certain number, my monthly payments will be higher and I will pay less in the long run. I think I'm going to consolidate and pay an extra payment each year, if they'll let me.

This of course eliminates any possibility of me getting a car on my own. The insurance company quoted my insurance for the general car type I want at about $123 a month, which is $50 more than what I pay now. Plus, any down payment would have to come out of the wedding pot. And my monthly payment would have to be added to my expenses. As it currently stands, once I begin to pay my student loan, my budget indicates I will have about $19 unaccounted for at the end of the month. The rest will go to bills, $50 to savings and about $150 for food.

I'll refer to an earlier entry and say again that I need a raise. Everytime I'm given a compliment now, I'm asking that person to pass on their good words to my editor. He can't overlook all those folks. I might start referring them to the publisher too, but he's not as approachable. He walks through the newsroom about twice a day and always reserves his hello for the same veteran reporter. If we meet in the hall he asks about my dog. Though I think my second week, he gave me a compliment. I guess that doesn't make me due again for at least six months.

Jon and I have had some really awesome conversations in the past couple days. Conversations on music, life, spirituality... It's really great to be able to talk about anything to someone. I never feel silly or embarrassed. I feel like we really listen to one another. I know he's going to be a wonderful husband and father. I really trust him to take care of our family.

His being in school is really making my life more exciting, in that he brings all his lessons home to me. I can ask questions and think about what he's learning. We actually talked about me being a counselor last night. The thought had crossed my mind before, but I wasn't sure if I was so interested because it's Jon or for myself. I came to the conclusion that it's both.

This is getting really long, so one last thing, for Brendan. I realized today while watching Dawson's Creek that I have only found that show attention getting while far away. First, while in Mexico and second, now, while hundreds of miles form my closest friends. I think the over dramaticized plot lines and wordy dialogue are a way for me to experience emotions I don't get to feel by being far from my loved ones. It's a release. Today, there was a baby born on the show and I cried. Afterward, I felt happy for the faux family. It's an emotional exercise program.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

A column
Drive-thru humanity

Drive-thrus are some of the greatest inventions of this century. You’re hungry, you’re on the run, so you just drive up to a little window and before you know it you’re on your way home with a sack full of goodies.
It’s such a routine gesture that sometimes I even forget about the person on the other side of the speaker. It’s more like a big, audible ATM for food.
I was coming home from my photography class this week and decided to partake in the goodness of a local taco establishment. I pulled up to the giant menu and spoke confidently into the speaker.
I was pretty hungry, so I was already planning to snack a little on the drive home.
I reached into my purse to pull out the $7 in change I had received from lunch, but I came up empty-handed.
I was frantic, I remembered putting a $5 bill and two ones into the side of my purse. It had to be in there. I took out my hair brush, my cell phone, receipts and change purse, but there was no money to be found.
All the while, a young man was watching me dig through my pocketbook. He had already witnessed me mumbling under my breath as I tore my purse apart searching for some sign of cash flow, so I had to acknowledge him.
“I can’t find my money,” I said. “I guess you don’t take Visa, do you?”
“No, ma’am, we don’t,” he answered, moving the drive-thru experience into a completely different realm. He spoke, and the words were not a price or an overused salutation.
“It’s OK. There’s an ATM right over there,” he said.
I was so relieved. I had been embarrassed, panicked and even a little bewildered.
I didn’t know it was OK. I thought it was bad. I felt like a thief.
When that young man said it was OK, I felt like such a weight had been lifted. I wanted to give him a hug, but since the car to window space wouldn’t allow it, I just gave him the best thank you I could muster.
The experience made me think about what a difference it makes when you interact on a personal level with people in rather impersonal situations.
It’s very simple to just hand your money over to the high school student working the drive-thru at a taco stand and mutter some greeting and closing statement then drive away.
But the fact that that young man took a minute to see me for more than just another drive-by and reached out to me by telling me it’s OK, I was touched. A little bit of compassion and humanity went a long way to relieve my red-face and calm me down.
I can only imagine what the American Red Cross, the police force, the social workers and other public servants do for people every day, just by telling them it’s OK. It’s OK to make a mistake. It’s OK to forget, and it’s OK to come back and try again, this time with your $7.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Column

It was a Tuesday.
Tuesday is the day new CDs releases are put on record store shelves. For two weeks my finance and his roommate were plotting how to get to the record store between classes to buy two new CDs and then make it back in time to preview them before it was time to eat lunch.
Two years ago today, life as we knew it was going much as it always does. Then the phone call came in to turn on the T.V.
I was in an anthropology class at Centre. Anthropology — the study of mankind — and I had no idea the lesson I would learn about mankind that day.
Our professor had left the room to get a video and in the mean time Buffy Huffman came in.
“Oh my gosh, ya’ll,” she said with her central Kentucky drawl. “A plane just hit the World trade Center.
I was just sitting there in the lobby with the cleanin’ lady watchin’ T.V.”
We didn’t understand the magnitude of what we had heard. The room we were in had two walls made entirely of windows and the joke was made about what our faces would look like should a two-seater come through in the middle of class. We had no idea.
Our professor came back and we saw a man who had left with a quick step and smile return slowly and without the smile.
He told us we were dismissed and we were to go back to our rooms and turn on the television. By this time two planes had hit the World Trade Centers and the Pentagon had also been hit. We still didn’t understand.
My fiancee and I were puzzled and headed across campus when we were intercepted by a friend noted for keeping up with things, and we asked for a rundown.
He told us what out professor had told us with the added detail that the planes were large passenger aircrafts, not the two-seater we had laughed about.
I went back to my dorm room and found my roommate sitting in our bean bag chair with a box of tissues and I saw the towers for the first time.
Shattered and broken they stood smoking. I knelt to the floor and hugged Tara and we sobbed together. She told me she was waiting for another friend to come over, so I left to go to Jon’s room.
When I arrived, we watched more footage. Over and over we saw the scene of the first smoking building with, in the background, the second plane coming in. Between replays we saw things I wish I hadn’t seen. Bodies falling from the Tower. Rather than be crushed and burned, people were throwing themselves to the New York city pavement. I can’t remember a time when I have ever felt so helpless and so beyond helping.
We decided later we had to eat, but guilt delayed us at least two hours. Who were we to take time to eat on a day like this? How dare we ascribe to normalcy?
Talk around the lunch table went from heated and emotional to silence.
“Do we go get the CDs?” Jon asked. It had been in our plans for weeks. But again, the normalcy seemed unfair. We felt guilty. How dare we spend money on diversion.
Then the tide changed and we realized what the terrorists were trying to do. They wanted to stop us in our tracks. They wanted to hurt us beyond repair so that we would have to stop.
We didn’t stop, it was really more of a pause. We went to the record store that day and we listened to our CDs. I even went to Spanish class that afternoon and we proceeded with the assigned lesson.
We went on, but we didn’t forget. We went on for all those who couldn’t. For the people who were just trying to live life by going to work, visiting friends or buying CDs in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania, we began to live our lives again.
I have always wondered if anyone who died Sept. 11 was looking forward to the CD releases as much as we were — a simple act turned symbolic by tragedy. Now, for the rest of my Tuesdays, I will remember.